Lesbian Slave Auction II:
Return to Stonebriar
Chapter 1
The night air was cool and refreshing as Mistress Natasha stared out from an open window, looking out over the courtyard of her compound. This should have been a happy and peaceful time for her; she was at the very top of her profession, a very wealthy and successful woman by any measure, and yet again she had a hard time getting herself to sleep. She was restive by nature, but the larger problem was most certainly her profession. Natasha was the unquestioned leader of an organization that was perhaps one of the most despicable and hated ones ever conceived. She presided over an enterprise that turned innocent and unsuspecting young girls into lesbian slaves for the rich and powerful. The manner in which this was done was both harsh and extremely brutal and one that frankly gave her a great deal of pleasure, in and above the obvious monetary rewards.
She was approaching the age of 40, a time of reflection for many people her age, and now the stress of running such an organization was beginning to wear on her. Natasha was a perfectionist and an absolute stickler for detail and she was smart enough to know that keeping such a pace would be impossible for too much longer. Her position was no different really from that of other high-level executives who had founded successful corporations. The day-to-day responsibilities of running the business simply became too much. She wanted to become more of a chairman-of-the-board type and oversee the long term success of the business while letting someone else become the CEO, who could focus on the more mundane details. Stonebriar would always be her “baby”, she would never give it up, but it was time to scale back, she knew it and so did the other key executives around her.
Therein laid her problem. There were two women that desperately wanted her job, and frankly Natasha wasn’t convinced that either of them was qualified. Ultimately only one woman would get it. In most companies the person that was passed over ended up leaving for another job at another company. Certainly such an option was not possible here. Disgruntled employees were simply not allowed to leave, due to the highly secretive and specialized nature of their work. The few that did manage to depart were never heard from again. Natasha made that perfectly clear to all new employees before they ever started their first day, this would be a lifetime job. That helped to keep turnover extremely low.
Natasha walked over to the desk in her room and glanced at the pictures of the two candidates again, knowing that within the next few months she would have to end her search and pick someone as this distraction was starting to affect everyone at Stonebriar. She managed to climb back into bed at get a few hours of sleep before her alarm went off at 6:30 AM sharp.
Chapter 2
Natasha began the day the same way she did every day, at precisely 7:00 AM, with full status reports from all of her key staff people. Level One was considered the Initiation and Training stage. This is where the girls were first brought in to Stonebriar and subsequently “introduced” to their new permanent surroundings. This was clearly the more difficult of the two levels because of the uncooperative nature of the subjects and the way that needed to be dealt with. But because of this area’s importance to the operation, Natasha felt she needed to have two people in charge. The first was Commandant Teresa, who had been with her for a number of years and was perhaps the most loyal person on her staff, perhaps even a little bit too loyal Natasha thought, as her jockeying for the top spot was becoming all too transparent. The second leader on Level One was a younger woman named Dominique, now officially known as Commandant Dominique after a promotion. Dominique was hired less than two years ago by Natasha and had risen up the ranks fast, too fast in the eyes of many, especially Teresa. It was this age rivalry, the hotshot young upstart vs., the loyal long-time employee that laid the groundwork for the increasingly nasty rivalry between the two women.
The other woman present was the leader of Level Two, Commandant Burke. She was an old friend of Natasha, a magnificent and productive employee who thankfully had no interest in rising any further in the organization.
“O.K.” The Mistress began, facing Teresa, “Where are we today with #472?”
#472 was actually a nineteen-year-old girl named Samantha Jennings, kidnapped only 8 days ago from near her home in Springfield, Massachusetts. She had been assigned a number, like every slave there. The purpose of this was to dehumanize the girls. It was the very first step done to condition them into believing that they were now mere property, not an actual person.
“I think we are close with her Mistress. She started out as a tough girl, but she is quickly weakening. I would expect Madam Hardings to make a visit to her room within the next day or two.”
“Excellent work Commandant, please keep me apprised of all developments.” Teresa beamed and both women now stared over at Dominique.
“OK Dominique, how are you making out with #465?”
This particular slave was a sore spot at Stonebrair and everyone there knew it. #465 was a young woman named Isabella Morcini. She was a stunning 20-year-old brunette from Italy. Initially thought of as a girl with a weak fortitude, she had proven to be much tougher to break then anticipated. Commandant Dominique was struggling with breaking her, much to the delight of her rival.
“I must confess Mistress that this one has proven to be more difficult than I anticipated. Your council would be most appreciated before proceeding any farther with her.”
A diplomatic answer to be sure, Natasha thought to herself. She knew that Dominique was well aware of the pressures that she was under to process this girl quickly and move her down to Level 2, the training stage.
Teresa however was not happy at this obvious and transparent attempt to curry favor with the Mistress.
Every staff member on Level One, especially Dominique and Teresa, were under constant pressure to break the girls quickly and get them to sign the consent form to move to the next phase of their training. Despite the diabolical nature of this enterprise, Natasha ran Stonebriar like a Fortune 500 company. The girls they kidnapped were assets, and these assets were expected to be converted into dollars, the faster the better. Strict processing timetables were kept and they were expected to be met, there were no excuses. Natasha had made it clear to everyone that worked for her; there was only room for two loves in her life, beautiful, obedient, lesbian slave girls and a huge bank account. She would tolerate no one that got in the way of either of those two goals.
“Very well Commandant, please have her taken and prepared in punishment room #4 immediately. I will meet you down there shortly.”
After finishing up some more routine business Natasha concluded by adding: “Ladies, please alert everyone on your respective staffs that there will be a mandatory meeting in the main conference room for all personnel @ 8:00 PM this evening.”
The other three wondered what that was all about but as usual Natasha revealed nothing, leaving her underlings to wonder what was going on in silence. These types of meetings were rare; Natasha preferred to delegate most routine matters to her subordinates. This one must be important.
Chapter 3
As promised, Mistress Natasha met Commandant Dominique at punishment room #4 immediately after their meeting. Natasha was well aware of the difficulties that Dominique was facing with this particular slave. That was one of the reasons she had not been terribly upset with her, despite the gruff response in their earlier meeting. The truth was that Natasha had favored Dominique since the day she first hired her. In her mind Dominique was the one to beat for the top slot of taking over her position, but to avoid obvious internal strife she chose to hide her true feelings and let the contest play out with Teresa. Natasha was well aware that there were many there that favored Teresa and her particular brand of punishment style. To obviously endorse Dominique would cause unnecessary friction in the organization.
Natasha, in fact, was much less concerned with how Dominique dealt with this particular slave then how she would with the one she was bringing in a few days.
Natasha looked at the files she brought with her. All punishments had been “surface” treatments, meaning that everything that Commandant Dominique had performed on #465 had been of the non-penetration variety. This was the preferred method of coercing the girls into capitulation. Forced penetrations, whether vaginally or anally, while undeniably effective, tended to lessen the girl’s ultimate value at auction. These harsh methods were now generally avoided in all but the most extreme cases. This was a big change from a few years ago, when compulsory penetrations were routine to force submission more quickly. Natasha felt though that today’s buyers wanted as little “mileage” as possible on their slave girls, hence the change in tactics. This new policy complicated the jobs of Commandants Teresa and Dominique, forcing them to continually devise new and ever crueler and unusual torture techniques to accomplish their objectives.
Despite all these new guidelines, Natasha was prepared to make some concessions. She needed #465 to be broken and broken soon. What she was planning in the next few days was going to require Dominique’s complete and undivided attention and she could no longer afford to have her messing around with this insolent Italian bitch.
Natasha nodded at Dominique and the two women opened the door to punishment room #4 and walked in. Just as Dominique had requested, her subordinates had stripped Isabella of all of her clothing and left her dangling from the ceiling by a heavy chain. She was truly an awesome specimen, both women noted. Just 20 years old with long brown hair, she had a magnificent figure and generous breasts, which Dominique had targeted relentlessly, all to no avail. This girl had proven to be a difficult subject to be sure. Natasha was not surprised though; Italian women had a reputation for being stubborn. The few that Stonebrair had processed in the past were all similar in temperament.
Isabella hung there trying to stand on her tippy toes so she would not swing freely. She knew that they had cranked her up just high enough so she could barely touch the floor. She was cold, as all the rooms were kept that way, she noticed. She was exhausted, these last few weeks had sapped just about every bit of strength she had in her and she doubted how much longer she could hold out. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of what lay ahead when she consented to go to the chamber. Like most of the other girls she had heard the rumors about it and was scared to death to go in there, but soon she would have no choice, like all of the others before her.
Isabella had long since given up the thought of escaping or being rescued, this place was run like a Supermax prison and there was only one way out, and that was after the auction she was sure. But going through the rest of what they had planned for her, she wasn’t sure she could handle it, which is why she fought on, enduring unimaginable pain to her tender young body.
Commandant Dominique took a riding crop from a shelf as Natasha looked on from a corner.
Isabella was scared, more so then usual. It was unusual for Mistress Natasha to be present for one of her “sessions”, so she knew something special must be planned for her today.
“How are you this morning #465?” Commandant Dominique asked like they were just two girls walking into the office to begin their workday.
Isabella just hung there, refusing to respond, as she usually did. She hated to give Commandant Dominique any response.
“Today is the day it must end #465. You have fought valiantly, you are a very brave girl, but what you are doing makes no sense anymore. You have proven your point to all of us, and most importantly you have gained my respect.”
Dominique circled around the dangling girl, spinning her around with one hand and then gently tapping her ass with the riding crop she held in the other.
“We have something new planned for you, something you have not been subjected to yet. Please believe me when I tell you that it not something I want to use, certainly not on someone as pretty as you”. Dominique grabbed her ass with her right hand and stroked her cheek with the left. Isabella was non-responsive as usual.
“Please #465 listen to me, from one woman to another, let me be your friend for a moment. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I want more then anything for this to end and it can end in only one way, with you signing the contract from Madam Hardings. You are going into that chamber #465, and you will become a lesbian slave, there is nothing that can change that fact, ever. The best thing that you can do for yourself is to accept the inevitable and put a stop these ridiculous torture sessions.”
It was an impassioned plea, Mistress Natasha noted. Similar to the ones she had given many times to many other girls in her early days of running the torture sessions on Level One. This is one of the many reasons why Natasha had been so fond of Dominique; she used logic to coerce the girls while Teresa so often relied on brute force to break them. A difference in approach no doubt, but the softer sell was often so much more effective.
“Fuck you!!!!!” is all that Dominique and Natasha heard. “I will never give into to you crazy bitches.” Isabella screamed, in flawless English, at her captors and used what little leverage she could muster to push away from Dominique.
Neither woman was surprised; they hadn’t expected Dominique’s attempt to work, especially after the young girl had fought this hard for this long. Natasha wasn’t upset; she just went over to a closet and pulled out a large metal ball type apparatus. It wasn’t a complete sphere and it did have a hinge in the middle. She handed it to Dominique.
“Do you know what this is #465? I am going to tell you. It is sensory deprivation helmet. You can see it is made completely out of metal. The Mistress and I are going to put it over your head and lock into place. Oh don’t worry; you will get air in there, but not much else. There will be absolutely no light, and minimal sound, it will be like lying in your own coffin. And while that is in place we are going to have our fun with this.” The two evil bitches ran their hands all over Isabella body as she squirmed all around in circles while dangling from the chain.
“You are not going to have any idea what we are going to do to you,” Dominique laughed evilly.
Isabella screamed as loud as she could as the two women moved in. Natasha wrapped her arms around Isabella’s naked body and held her tight. The young slave could only shake and squirm, as she was unable to get any control to resist her captors. Dominique placed the infernal apparatus over the screaming girl’s head and fastened the two locks on the back of the helmet into place. #465 was now locked into her own personal cocoon. Her head was now completely covered with a heavy metal globe. There were two tiny holes in the back, but that was it. No light, no sound, nothing. It had to be terrifying for the girl inside the two women concurred. The only they could hear were the muffled screams coming from inside and even those were drowned out by the heavy rubber collar connected to the neck of the device, which fit snuggly around the slave’s neck.
The lower level staff normally handled these menial tasks, but Natasha dismissed them before she and Dominique entered the room. The Mistress wanted to spend some time with her star pupil to more closely evaluate how she would deal with this troublesome slave.
After evaluating their petrified prey, Natasha asked; “What do you have in mind for her, Commandant Dominique?”
“First I think we should put her tits into a vice, and then pour hot wax over them.”
“Excellent!” Natasha concurred.
Dominique went to the intercom and ordered the two items to be brought to them immediately. While she waited she circled Isabella with her riding crop, delivering sharp stinging blows to the Italian girl’s shapely ass. She could hear the cries from inside the metal ball. She paused every once in a while and placed her hand on top of Isabella’s perfectly shaved cunt, She held it tight, wanting very much to taste it, but knowing for now at least, that was quite impossible.
A moment later a gentle knock on the door snapped her out of her daydream. A subordinate delivered a tray full of 6 large black candles, already lit of course. More ominously (if she could see it of course), was a leather studded tit press. Natasha took it in her hands and marveled once again at this diabolical little contraption. She had dozens of these units at Stonebrair and every slave in there had been forced to wear them multiple times. It was such a low-tech device, but so undeniably effective at achieving it’s desired result. With Natasha’s help the two women had it attached around Isabella breasts in no time.
They could hear the screams, now reduced only to faint murmurs through the metal sphere, as they twisted the wing nuts tighter. Now satisfied, Natasha sat down and watched her charge go to work. Dominique placed one of the candles directly under Isabella’s right tit. Immediately sensing the flame she pulled away as best she could. On to the left tit Dominique went, provoking a similar reaction. This went on for a few minutes until Dominique was bored. Finally she grabbed the slave’s right tit and with her left hand started to pour molten wax over the squashed teat. #465 yelled as loud as she could, and tried to dance away, it was fruitless however as her range of mobility was so limited. Dominique put the candle down and grabbed a second one, in which she repeated the process on the left tit.
Inside the sphere it was a living hell for Isabella. She could see and hear virtually nothing, but the worst part was how hot it was, she could hardly breathe. Her tits were aching worse then ever, she wanted more then anything for this to end, to be done with this madness; instead she could only fell more pain as the wax was obviously being whipped off her tits by the repeated lashes of the riding crop.
The Commandant waited for a few minutes for her slave to catch her breath, and then she repeated the whole process over again. Dominique needed to be careful, as all the trainers did, they could not let their anger boil over here and cause long-term damage to the slave that would just be bad for business. After the second round of waxing and whipping Natasha made a suggestion that intrigued the frustrated woman.
She ordered one of the staff people to retrieve a box from the freezer, marked 421B.
Natasha opened up the package and showed it to Dominique, inside was a frozen piece of ice, formed in the shape of a dildo. The thing must have measured 10 inches long and had an overly generous diameter. She handed Dominique a pair of thick rubber gloves and said: “Maybe this will help get her over the top?”
Dominique was excited; this was the first time she had been offered the chance to penetrate this slave. More then anything she wanted to do it. But in the back of her mind she wondered if this was just a test from the Mistress, to see if she could resist her urges to defile this bitch and break her another way. Dominique snapped the gloves on and removed the dildo from its case. It was surprisingly heavy and felt good in her hand. First she gently pressed it against Isabella’s right nipple, then the left. Back and forth she went. Isabella was weaker now and unable to put up much of a fight to get away. Her boobs aching now from the crushing force of the press and the wax assault, but her nipples managed to get hard anyway, further increasing her agony.
Dominique then traced a path down Isabella’s tight stomach before finally stopping at her pussy. She forced the girl’s legs apart and jammed the icy spear all over her cunt and ass, careful though not to violate either hole. Finally she stopped, but only to grab a spray bottle filled with lubricant. She carefully hosed down Isabella’s cunt and asshole, letting her know she was preparing her for the inevitable. Before proceeding she paused to open the tiny hatch where Isabella’s eyes were. She slid it open and waited, long enough for the bitch’s eyes to adjust to the light.
For her part, Natasha was delighted.
Satisfied the Italian bitch could now see, she put the dildo right up to the globe. “Do you see what this is #465? That’s right, it’s a dildo made of solid ice. And I think you know where it is going to go don’t you?” Dominique asked mockingly. “We will sit here all day if we have to and I will ram this into your cunt and then your ass until it melts, and when it does I will bring another one in here and we will do it all again.” Her voice was rising again, to add emphasis as to how serious she was.
Dominique looked through the eye slit. Isabella was now crying hysterically. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted it to end so badly but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
Not willing to give up her momentum, the cold-hearted woman shut the eye slit and went back to work. She picked up the dildo and placed it right on top of Isabella’s pussy lips, rubbing it teasingly back and forth. With her other hand she banged the riding crop on to the metal globe, causing loud, painful echoes inside the steel chamber. “Give me what I want you bitch!”
Dominique continued circling her prey, keeping the dildo pressed firmly on, but not in, the slave’s cunt. She continued banging away with the crop. Natasha sat and stared, marveling at her charge’s abject cruelty. Finally the Commandant stopped, and opened the eye slit again. She put her mouth right up to it and whispered in; “Have you had enough yet or do I need to ram this thing is?”
Isabella couldn’t bear the thought of it anymore. The sweat covered, tear-stained beauty had given it all she had and this was the end of the line for her both emotionally and physically. Days and days of relentless beatings had taken their toll. It was time to give them what they were going to take anyway. With what little strength she had left the pretty brunette managed to whisper… “Yes, I surrender, please stop.”
With those magical words, Dominique immediately dropped the now melting dildo and riding crop to the floor. Natasha knew immediately what that meant. She leaped up from her chair and congratulated Dominique. The two women smiled at one another and proceeded to unfasten the diabolical head sphere that no doubt made this special moment happen. Inside was the sweat soaked but still very pretty Isabella. She was going to make an excellent slave both women were sure, but there was still so much work to be done.
Natasha rang for the staff. Upon arriving they were told the good news and then got to work unfastening #465 and placing her in a gurney for transport back to her cell. No longer combatants, Dominique gently stroked Isabella’ face and hair. Then she gave her a kiss on the lips before she was led away. Isabella was exhausted and offered no resistance.
Dominique was well aware that this was a very emotional time for the now vanquished slave. For the next few hours #465 would be left alone in her cell, to contemplate her life altering decision. Then Madam Hardings would enter and ask for her signature on the contract, thereby signing herself away to a life of permanent lesbian enslavement. Dominique was not uncaring; she knew that this was a decision that was not an easy one to make, and frankly one that she was glad that she would never have to.
The worst for Isabella was clearly ahead, but luckily she had no way to know it. Dominique was just happy that she had done her job and done it well. Having her boss witness the capitulation firsthand made it even better. The fact that she did not have to penetrate Isabella, as much as she wanted to, surely raised her stock in Natasha’s eyes. “Penetrate as a last resort” was the motto that Natasha was now driving into both her and her rival Teresa.
“Excellent work again, my congratulations Commandant.” Natasha said as she left room and headed back to her office. “See you at the all staff meeting tonight.”
Dominique was dying to know what that was all about, but she knew that Natasha would never tell her. Instead she just walked down the hall to check on the progress of one of her other girls, a 21-year-old college student from Kansas, Amber, now known as #469.
Chapter 3
As promised, Mistress Natasha met Commandant Dominique at punishment room #4 immediately after their meeting. Natasha was well aware of the difficulties that Dominique was facing with this particular slave. That was one of the reasons she had not been terribly upset with her, despite the gruff response in their earlier meeting. The truth was that Natasha had favored Dominique since the day she first hired her. In her mind Dominique was the one to beat for the top slot of taking over her position, but to avoid obvious internal strife she chose to hide her true feelings and let the contest play out with Teresa. Natasha was well aware that there were many there that favored Teresa and her particular brand of punishment style. To obviously endorse Dominique would cause unnecessary friction in the organization.
Natasha, in fact, was much less concerned with how Dominique dealt with this particular slave then how she would with the one she was bringing in a few days.
Natasha looked at the files she brought with her. All punishments had been “surface” treatments, meaning that everything that Commandant Dominique had performed on #465 had been of the non-penetration variety. This was the preferred method of coercing the girls into capitulation. Forced penetrations, whether vaginally or anally, while undeniably effective, tended to lessen the girl’s ultimate value at auction. These harsh methods were now generally avoided in all but the most extreme cases. This was a big change from a few years ago, when compulsory penetrations were routine to force submission more quickly. Natasha felt though that today’s buyers wanted as little “mileage” as possible on their slave girls, hence the change in tactics. This new policy complicated the jobs of Commandants Teresa and Dominique, forcing them to continually devise new and ever crueler and unusual torture techniques to accomplish their objectives.
Despite all these new guidelines, Natasha was prepared to make some concessions. She needed #465 to be broken and broken soon. What she was planning in the next few days was going to require Dominique’s complete and undivided attention and she could no longer afford to have her messing around with this insolent Italian bitch.
Natasha nodded at Dominique and the two women opened the door to punishment room #4 and walked in. Just as Dominique had requested, her subordinates had stripped Isabella of all of her clothing and left her dangling from the ceiling by a heavy chain. She was truly an awesome specimen, both women noted. Just 20 years old with long brown hair, she had a magnificent figure and generous breasts, which Dominique had targeted relentlessly, all to no avail. This girl had proven to be a difficult subject to be sure. Natasha was not surprised though; Italian women had a reputation for being stubborn. The few that Stonebrair had processed in the past were all similar in temperament.
Isabella hung there trying to stand on her tippy toes so she would not swing freely. She knew that they had cranked her up just high enough so she could barely touch the floor. She was cold, as all the rooms were kept that way, she noticed. She was exhausted, these last few weeks had sapped just about every bit of strength she had in her and she doubted how much longer she could hold out. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of what lay ahead when she consented to go to the chamber. Like most of the other girls she had heard the rumors about it and was scared to death to go in there, but soon she would have no choice, like all of the others before her.
Isabella had long since given up the thought of escaping or being rescued, this place was run like a Supermax prison and there was only one way out, and that was after the auction she was sure. But going through the rest of what they had planned for her, she wasn’t sure she could handle it, which is why she fought on, enduring unimaginable pain to her tender young body.
Commandant Dominique took a riding crop from a shelf as Natasha looked on from a corner.
Isabella was scared, more so then usual. It was unusual for Mistress Natasha to be present for one of her “sessions”, so she knew something special must be planned for her today.
“How are you this morning #465?” Commandant Dominique asked like they were just two girls walking into the office to begin their workday.
Isabella just hung there, refusing to respond, as she usually did. She hated to give Commandant Dominique any response.
“Today is the day it must end #465. You have fought valiantly, you are a very brave girl, but what you are doing makes no sense anymore. You have proven your point to all of us, and most importantly you have gained my respect.”
Dominique circled around the dangling girl, spinning her around with one hand and then gently tapping her ass with the riding crop she held in the other.
“We have something new planned for you, something you have not been subjected to yet. Please believe me when I tell you that it not something I want to use, certainly not on someone as pretty as you”. Dominique grabbed her ass with her right hand and stroked her cheek with the left. Isabella was non-responsive as usual.
“Please #465 listen to me, from one woman to another, let me be your friend for a moment. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I want more then anything for this to end and it can end in only one way, with you signing the contract from Madam Hardings. You are going into that chamber #465, and you will become a lesbian slave, there is nothing that can change that fact, ever. The best thing that you can do for yourself is to accept the inevitable and put a stop these ridiculous torture sessions.”
It was an impassioned plea, Mistress Natasha noted. Similar to the ones she had given many times to many other girls in her early days of running the torture sessions on Level One. This is one of the many reasons why Natasha had been so fond of Dominique; she used logic to coerce the girls while Teresa so often relied on brute force to break them. A difference in approach no doubt, but the softer sell was often so much more effective.
“Fuck you!!!!!” is all that Dominique and Natasha heard. “I will never give into to you crazy bitches.” Isabella screamed, in flawless English, at her captors and used what little leverage she could muster to push away from Dominique.
Neither woman was surprised; they hadn’t expected Dominique’s attempt to work, especially after the young girl had fought this hard for this long. Natasha wasn’t upset; she just went over to a closet and pulled out a large metal ball type apparatus. It wasn’t a complete sphere and it did have a hinge in the middle. She handed it to Dominique.
“Do you know what this is #465? I am going to tell you. It is sensory deprivation helmet. You can see it is made completely out of metal. The Mistress and I are going to put it over your head and lock into place. Oh don’t worry; you will get air in there, but not much else. There will be absolutely no light, and minimal sound, it will be like lying in your own coffin. And while that is in place we are going to have our fun with this.” The two evil bitches ran their hands all over Isabella body as she squirmed all around in circles while dangling from the chain.
“You are not going to have any idea what we are going to do to you,” Dominique laughed evilly.
Isabella screamed as loud as she could as the two women moved in. Natasha wrapped her arms around Isabella’s naked body and held her tight. The young slave could only shake and squirm, as she was unable to get any control to resist her captors. Dominique placed the infernal apparatus over the screaming girl’s head and fastened the two locks on the back of the helmet into place. #465 was now locked into her own personal cocoon. Her head was now completely covered with a heavy metal globe. There were two tiny holes in the back, but that was it. No light, no sound, nothing. It had to be terrifying for the girl inside the two women concurred. The only they could hear were the muffled screams coming from inside and even those were drowned out by the heavy rubber collar connected to the neck of the device, which fit snuggly around the slave’s neck.
The lower level staff normally handled these menial tasks, but Natasha dismissed them before she and Dominique entered the room. The Mistress wanted to spend some time with her star pupil to more closely evaluate how she would deal with this troublesome slave.
After evaluating their petrified prey, Natasha asked; “What do you have in mind for her, Commandant Dominique?”
“First I think we should put her tits into a vice, and then pour hot wax over them.”
“Excellent!” Natasha concurred.
Dominique went to the intercom and ordered the two items to be brought to them immediately. While she waited she circled Isabella with her riding crop, delivering sharp stinging blows to the Italian girl’s shapely ass. She could hear the cries from inside the metal ball. She paused every once in a while and placed her hand on top of Isabella’s perfectly shaved cunt, She held it tight, wanting very much to taste it, but knowing for now at least, that was quite impossible.
A moment later a gentle knock on the door snapped her out of her daydream. A subordinate delivered a tray full of 6 large black candles, already lit of course. More ominously (if she could see it of course), was a leather studded tit press. Natasha took it in her hands and marveled once again at this diabolical little contraption. She had dozens of these units at Stonebrair and every slave in there had been forced to wear them multiple times. It was such a low-tech device, but so undeniably effective at achieving it’s desired result. With Natasha’s help the two women had it attached around Isabella breasts in no time.
They could hear the screams, now reduced only to faint murmurs through the metal sphere, as they twisted the wing nuts tighter. Now satisfied, Natasha sat down and watched her charge go to work. Dominique placed one of the candles directly under Isabella’s right tit. Immediately sensing the flame she pulled away as best she could. On to the left tit Dominique went, provoking a similar reaction. This went on for a few minutes until Dominique was bored. Finally she grabbed the slave’s right tit and with her left hand started to pour molten wax over the squashed teat. #465 yelled as loud as she could, and tried to dance away, it was fruitless however as her range of mobility was so limited. Dominique put the candle down and grabbed a second one, in which she repeated the process on the left tit.
Inside the sphere it was a living hell for Isabella. She could see and hear virtually nothing, but the worst part was how hot it was, she could hardly breathe. Her tits were aching worse then ever, she wanted more then anything for this to end, to be done with this madness; instead she could only fell more pain as the wax was obviously being whipped off her tits by the repeated lashes of the riding crop.
The Commandant waited for a few minutes for her slave to catch her breath, and then she repeated the whole process over again. Dominique needed to be careful, as all the trainers did, they could not let their anger boil over here and cause long-term damage to the slave that would just be bad for business. After the second round of waxing and whipping Natasha made a suggestion that intrigued the frustrated woman.
She ordered one of the staff people to retrieve a box from the freezer, marked 421B.
Natasha opened up the package and showed it to Dominique, inside was a frozen piece of ice, formed in the shape of a dildo. The thing must have measured 10 inches long and had an overly generous diameter. She handed Dominique a pair of thick rubber gloves and said: “Maybe this will help get her over the top?”
Dominique was excited; this was the first time she had been offered the chance to penetrate this slave. More then anything she wanted to do it. But in the back of her mind she wondered if this was just a test from the Mistress, to see if she could resist her urges to defile this bitch and break her another way. Dominique snapped the gloves on and removed the dildo from its case. It was surprisingly heavy and felt good in her hand. First she gently pressed it against Isabella’s right nipple, then the left. Back and forth she went. Isabella was weaker now and unable to put up much of a fight to get away. Her boobs aching now from the crushing force of the press and the wax assault, but her nipples managed to get hard anyway, further increasing her agony.
Dominique then traced a path down Isabella’s tight stomach before finally stopping at her pussy. She forced the girl’s legs apart and jammed the icy spear all over her cunt and ass, careful though not to violate either hole. Finally she stopped, but only to grab a spray bottle filled with lubricant. She carefully hosed down Isabella’s cunt and asshole, letting her know she was preparing her for the inevitable. Before proceeding she paused to open the tiny hatch where Isabella’s eyes were. She slid it open and waited, long enough for the bitch’s eyes to adjust to the light.
For her part, Natasha was delighted.
Satisfied the Italian bitch could now see, she put the dildo right up to the globe. “Do you see what this is #465? That’s right, it’s a dildo made of solid ice. And I think you know where it is going to go don’t you?” Dominique asked mockingly. “We will sit here all day if we have to and I will ram this into your cunt and then your ass until it melts, and when it does I will bring another one in here and we will do it all again.” Her voice was rising again, to add emphasis as to how serious she was.
Dominique looked through the eye slit. Isabella was now crying hysterically. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted it to end so badly but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
Not willing to give up her momentum, the cold-hearted woman shut the eye slit and went back to work. She picked up the dildo and placed it right on top of Isabella’s pussy lips, rubbing it teasingly back and forth. With her other hand she banged the riding crop on to the metal globe, causing loud, painful echoes inside the steel chamber. “Give me what I want you bitch!”
Dominique continued circling her prey, keeping the dildo pressed firmly on, but not in, the slave’s cunt. She continued banging away with the crop. Natasha sat and stared, marveling at her charge’s abject cruelty. Finally the Commandant stopped, and opened the eye slit again. She put her mouth right up to it and whispered in; “Have you had enough yet or do I need to ram this thing is?”
Isabella couldn’t bear the thought of it anymore. The sweat covered, tear-stained beauty had given it all she had and this was the end of the line for her both emotionally and physically. Days and days of relentless beatings had taken their toll. It was time to give them what they were going to take anyway. With what little strength she had left the pretty brunette managed to whisper… “Yes, I surrender, please stop.”
With those magical words, Dominique immediately dropped the now melting dildo and riding crop to the floor. Natasha knew immediately what that meant. She leaped up from her chair and congratulated Dominique. The two women smiled at one another and proceeded to unfasten the diabolical head sphere that no doubt made this special moment happen. Inside was the sweat soaked but still very pretty Isabella. She was going to make an excellent slave both women were sure, but there was still so much work to be done.
Natasha rang for the staff. Upon arriving they were told the good news and then got to work unfastening #465 and placing her in a gurney for transport back to her cell. No longer combatants, Dominique gently stroked Isabella’ face and hair. Then she gave her a kiss on the lips before she was led away. Isabella was exhausted and offered no resistance.
Dominique was well aware that this was a very emotional time for the now vanquished slave. For the next few hours #465 would be left alone in her cell, to contemplate her life altering decision. Then Madam Hardings would enter and ask for her signature on the contract, thereby signing herself away to a life of permanent lesbian enslavement. Dominique was not uncaring; she knew that this was a decision that was not an easy one to make, and frankly one that she was glad that she would never have to.
The worst for Isabella was clearly ahead, but luckily she had no way to know it. Dominique was just happy that she had done her job and done it well. Having her boss witness the capitulation firsthand made it even better. The fact that she did not have to penetrate Isabella, as much as she wanted to, surely raised her stock in Natasha’s eyes. “Penetrate as a last resort” was the motto that Natasha was now driving into both her and her rival Teresa.
“Excellent work again, my congratulations Commandant.” Natasha said as she left room and headed back to her office. “See you at the all staff meeting tonight.”
Dominique was dying to know what that was all about, but she knew that Natasha would never tell her. Instead she just walked down the hall to check on the progress of one of her other girls, a 21-year-old college student from Kansas, Amber, now known as #469.
Chapter 4
It was 8:45 and in 15 minutes Natasha was about to give the most important speech of her life. Normally addressing her entire staff of 45 loyal, committed, and well-paid employees would not give her any reason for concern. These were people that she trusted implicitly and she was certain the feeling was mutual. They were all in this insidious business together and that only made their common bond stronger. If even one woman deserted the group and betrayed them they were all going down, everyone here was acutely aware of that. Tonight though Natasha was taking a risk, without a doubt the biggest one of her professional career. Her idea was fraught with danger, on two separate fronts, making it doubly perilous. But it was something, through much soul searching; she felt she had to take.
Her long-time friend/business partner/soul mate, Dr. Olga Kristov, had been on her case for years to start bringing younger girls to Stonebriar. There were many benefits to doing this she assured her. The most important of which that the market for lesbian slaves was changing and their customers were starting to demand a greater selection of slave girls. For a variety of reasons Natasha had always declined to act on her friend’s advice for the following reasons...
There were other concerns of course, not the least of which were difficult moral considerations. Natasha had just never felt right about grabbing underage girls. And it wasn’t just her own beliefs she had to worry about; she had to think about the overall reaction of her staff.
Hiring just the right people to work at Stonebriar was devilishly complex. Many factors had to be considered for employment there but generally speaking the women who worked there tended to fit the same standard profile: They were all angry, bitter and often scorned lesbians who had an axe to grind with more attractive girls. They had to have sadistic tendencies and had no ethical qualms about kidnapping, torturing, training and selling beautiful young girls into permanent lesbian slavery. But just because they all tended to think and act the same way didn’t necessarily mean that they would be so quick to sign off on processing younger girls.
Natasha however, once she had them on board, used very high pay and other fringe benefits to keep them in line. She employed a state of the art security system that was designed to monitor her salves and employees alike. No one, not even the guards, were allowed outside contact with anyone for any reason, save for just two very trusted staff people. Everyone lived on the complex 24/7 and there were no phone calls, Internet access, letters, or any other outside communication allowed for any reason. Everyone there understood why. Limited travel by senior members was allowed on a case by case basis, as Natasha knew she could not keep everyone locked up all the time, especially since she herself traveled rather frequently. It would be hypocritical for her to leave the complex and forbid the others.
It was these times though that Natasha was most vulnerable, as a disgruntled or suddenly remorseful employee away on leave may blab everything to the police. If that ever happened she and everyone else would be locked away forever. Natasha took whatever precautions she could against this possibility, but she knew she could never be completely sure that one day the end might come.
That is why this speech and subsequent plan was so dangerous. Things had been running smoothly there for so long, why risk it? But Dr. Olga had convinced to move forward, but she would only do if EACH AND EVERY staff person agreed to it before she went ahead with the plan. If even one person wasn’t comfortable with it, then the entire operation would be scrapped. The worst thing that could happen was for a “silent dissenter” to say nothing now and then while on leave from Stonebriar go to the authorities because they did something that they didn’t fell comfortable agree with. And this was exactly the kind of thing that some people may not be comfortable with. She had been lucky for 14 years, but you never when your luck could change.
Natasha looked at her watch: it was 8:59 PM. She walked over to Dr. Olga and gave her a hug. The older woman was so happy, it had taken so long to get her friend to buy into this idea and now finally it was just about to happen.
Natasha opened the door to her office and stepped out in the small auditorium. Everyone immediately snapped to attention and the chatter quickly died down.
“Ladies, thank you all for coming here this evening”, as if they had any choice. “You know that I don’t call these meetings unless I feel I have something important to say. As you are all aware we have had another record year here at Stonebriar. Profits are way up, acquisition costs are finally stabilizing and I look for even better things in the year ahead, hopefully even record bonuses.” That lightened the mood up and drew the expected round of applause.
“But I didn’t call you all here to talk about that. The reason that you have all been asked to come here is that I want to get your opinions, all of your opinions, regarding an “Acquisition” that we are scheduled to make in the next couple of days.”
Everyone knew this must be something special, as “Acquisitions” or abductions as they were called in the real world, were never discussed with the general staff. Slave girls just appeared at Stonebriar, no questions were ever asked how they got here, and the staff simply followed orders and processed them as quickly as possible. The workforce had never been asked for input on this process input ever, until now.
“Ladies, I am not going to dance around this issue, as you all know I believe in being direct and to the point. We are currently targeting a girl, an absolutely stunning beauty who is a 100% confirmed virgin, and we all know what that means at auction time.” Nods reverberated throughout the room. So far nothing was unusual here. “This girl is strikingly beautiful, and no doubt has been a high priority objective for our operatives for some time now. Why am I telling you all this? For one simple reason, this girl falls under our typical age threshold here at Stonebriar; she is only 16 years old!”
There was a mild, but distinct murmur from the gathered crowd. It was well known by everyone that Natasha never ever took any girl who was under the age of 18, for any reason. To most of the women on the staff, that seemed like a decent and fair policy in an otherwise brutal and unforgiving business. What had brought about this change of heart?
“I know that you all have some concerns about this change of direction, and that is what we are here to talk about. I promise I will answer any questions that you have but first let me tell you my reasons for my change of heart.”
Natasha paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and take a sip of water. She could see that her team was most interested in her forthcoming dialogue and she wanted to take the time to explain her position carefully.
“Ladies, first of all you must know that I have studied this issue very carefully, and it is only with great caution that we move forward, and we will do so only if EVERYONE here is in complete agreement, and I mean everyone. That is oh so important to me. I may not say this often enough, but you ladies here are the lifeblood of Stonebriar, none of this would be possible without the tremendous input that each and every one of you put forth every day. That is why I value each of your opinions so much on this matter.” She paused again.
“Right now we are in a very competitive business environment, it may not seem like it, but we do have some serious competition in our business. My sources from overseas are reporting that there are two new facilities in Asia that are working hard to copy our business model of producing lesbian slave girls. While I am certainly not worried about their ability to provide the same quality of girls that we can here, we do know that neither of these organizations has even the slightest hesitation in providing younger girls to their clientele. Unfortunately the overall market is clearly moving in that direction and even some of our best customers are telling us that they wish we had the ability to provide them similar merchandise. We cannot ignore the wishes of our clientele or they can and may take their business elsewhere.
My age policy may have cost us some sales in the past and I have been able to live with that. But now I am not so certain that we can afford to overlook this growing threat and also opportunity. Our customers are very loyal and they will pay a hefty premium to buy their slaves from us, provided of course we give them what they want.”
After another pause and scan of the room Natasha could see that many agreed with that logic.
“Secondly, I must make a personal observation, and it is one that I think many of you will agree with. I have been running Stonebrair for nearly 15 years now. In that time I have personally overseen the conversion of nearly 500 girls into obedient lesbian slaves. During that time I have seen a significant difference in the level of sexual maturity from the first girls we have brought in here in the early 1990’s as compared to the girls we bring in here now. Young girls today are much more sexually charged and far more likely to be sexually active then girls of the same age even 10 years ago. They are growing up faster, dressier sluttier, and doing much more with their bodies at an increasingly younger age. I can tell you that we had a much higher percentage of virgins here 15 years ago then we do today. Isn’t that right Dr. Olga?”
“Without question,” The older women, who was standing several paces behind Natasha and off to her right, nodded and replied in her typical heavy Russian accent.
Natasha continued, “This unfortunate reality works against us in two ways. Number one, sexually active girls are worth less to our buyers. Our clientele, as all of you know, would prefer slave girls that are as pure and sexually unsophisticated as possible. They prefer us to give them their training, and they are willing to pay more to get that level of service. Secondly, girls that have more sexual experience are more difficult and subsequently more expensive for Commandant Teresa and Commandant Dominique to force into submission, which of course drives our costs higher.”
She stopped again, to allow that point to sink in. It was important for her to come up with sound economic justifications for her thinking, not emotional ones. Mistress Natasha was loath to show any emotion at all, which was entirely by design. She was running a business here, and her feelings needed to be left out of any decisions she made. People tended to respect those who could maintain a level head, no matter what the circumstances. This was one of the many reasons why so many on the staff loved and respected her.
“Here is the last reason I have ladies and then I will open up the floor to your questions. There is nothing that we are going to do to these girls that they will not physically be able to handle. You all know how harsh and brutal our treatments can be, and I know many of you wish that we did not have to go to those extremes, but the reality is that girls of this age will be able to handle it. You have my word on that. Their bodies may be young, but this girl in particular is very sexually developed and she will be able to handle whatever punishments she is subjected to. I will personally be overseeing her enslavement to make sure we are as gentle as humanly possible with her during this very complex time.
When you see her, she will be no different then any of the scores of other girls that we have brought to Stonebriar, just a bit younger and a bit more scared then most. But we can counteract that fear by helping her through the ordeal in a manner we typically don’t with the other girls. But we need to remember first and foremost is that we are all adults here and I think that we can all provide the extra care that is needed to help her on what will be a long and probably confusing journey for her into lesbian submission. Remember, I would not agree to do this if I did not think there were likely to be significant financial rewards for all of us.”
Natasha again took a deep breath, confident that she delivered a compelling case. “Is there anyone here that has any questions or concerns?”
Natasha scanned the room, hoping that she would get the opportunity to field some questions. She knew there were likely to be some doubters out there and she wanted them to step forward so she could put their apprehension to rest.
“Please, ladies I know some of you must have some questions or concerns.”
Finally a hand shot up, from one of the “nurses” on Level One, the submission stage. It came from Marcie, a 3-year employee who was responsible for much of the grunt work. She was assigned to Commandant Dominique’s team.
“Mistress is this going to be a routine thing for us. I mean are we going to start seeing girls this young all the time? It seems like what we are doing now is working so well, why would we want to change it.”
“That is a good question Marcie. What we are doing is working and I don’t want to change anything. This is just going to be a trial, just to see how it works out. I have no plans to bring girls this young in routinely, but as I mentioned our customers are starting to ask about it so we need to respond to their buying preferences. If this is successful, we will reevaluate the policy again.”
Marcie seemed somewhat satisfied as Natasha saw her smile weakly and then nod to herself.
Another hand shot up from the back. “Yes Jennifer, go ahead.”
“Mistress, how can you be certain that a girl this young will be able to handle the physical torture that Commandants Dominique and Teresa are going to inflict on her. I mean even some of the older girls crack in just a day or two and you make them go seven days before capitulating. Are you going to do the same with this girl?”
“That is a very fair question. I am going to try and make it as easy as possible for this girl. She is likely to be in an even more fragile state psychologically then most of our slaves when she comes in here. I can promise you I will personally be overseeing every stage of her submission. But all of you know this is not an easy process, for girls of any age. We won’t go easy on her; she must be made to submit like all of the others. But that being said, she is a virgin and as you know we always treat those girls with a little more care than the others.”
“I know this is a concern that you all have, can this girl handle this process? Dr. Olga has assured me that it was commonplace for the KGB to routinely perform brutal sexual experiments on girls this young when she worked for that agency many years ago. I will take every precaution here to ensure a smooth and orderly submission. Does that make you feel any better?”
A number of nods were seen. “Good, is there anybody here that feels that we should not move forward with this? Please speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Complete silence filled the room. “Excellent, then we move forward tomorrow. I will send the word to our operatives to proceed.”
Chapter 5
Acquisitions of new merchandise were always the most dangerous activity that any Stonebriar employee engaged in. Snatching a girl and transporting her undetected, sometimes from halfway around the world, was always a tricky and complicated business. At any one given time 4 or 5 operations were being run simultaneously. Such a frenetic pace was necessary to keep the facility stocked with a continual stream of new talent, which was essential to satisfy the demand at the quarterly auctions.
In the many years that Natasha had run Stonebriar she had had many close calls during the acquisition phase, despite the many safeguards that her people took in the field. Things tended to go wrong no matter how many contingencies were planned for, that is why she hired only the best and most qualified people for such delicate operations. These field operatives were all women, a prerequisite to be employed at Stonebriar. Most of these women were trained by such elite agencies as the KGB, Mossad, the CIA and other world-class spy agencies. These women were hired for the abilities to conduct surveillance, plant listening devices, take discreet photographs, deliver bribes, smuggle cargo, etc. Whatever was necessary to stalk their prey and then pounce when given the order. Of equal importance was their ability to evade detection, and if necessary, take extreme countermeasures to avoid capture if they were compromised during an operation. With nearly 500 successful kidnappings to date, the skills these highly trained women possessed had come in handy more than a few times.
For this particularly critical mission though Natasha was taking no chances, only her very best team would do, and that team consisted of Larina Petrov and her long time partner Allison Winters. Larina originally came to Stonebriar as a recommendation from Dr. Olga, who knew her as savvy, up and coming field agent for the KGB in the late 1980’s. She immigrated to the US in the early 1990’s and quickly hooked up with her old friend Dr. Olga. She was a methodical planner; highly detail oriented, and one who had a certain knack for breaking into places that weren’t supposed to be broken into.
For the last 10 years she had been paired with Allison Winters. Allison was an American; she grew up in Texas and joined the US Air Force right out of high school. She was stationed in a string of low rent Latin American countries where she specialized in counter-surveillance and when necessary participated in a series of “off the books” political abductions, usually involving 2nd rate politicians and other undesirables, like drug dealers. The skills she developed were both highly prized and much sought after in the murky world of white slavery, among other professions, and Allison, knowing this, left the Air Force as soon as her commitment was up. When Natasha first came in contact with her she was quickly hired and soon thereafter paired with Larina. Their skills complemented each other perfectly and soon a heated lesbian love affair began that hasn’t cooled in the 10 years they had been working together.
For Natasha these two women were as close to perfect operatives as she was ever going to have at her disposal. They were a bit older, which in this case meant wiser and less prone to taking unnecessary risks. Neither one was particularly attractive, which was also important. Good-looking women get noticed quickly and are often stared at. That was not an issue with either of these two, they could blend in easily with civilians and were quite frankly, easily forgettable.
About a month ago, Natasha had given them the order to start tracking a young girl by the name of Susan Richardson. This one was going to be different, she told them, and they needed to be extremely cautious. Susan was still a junior in high school, so even routine surveillance would be tricky. To complicate matters Susan went to a smaller high school in a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. Not exactly a place where outsiders fit in easily. Neither woman was one to question orders, especially with the amount of money they were being paid, but even they had their concerns about this mission. This one would not be easy; Natasha assured them though of the high value of this particular target. To further persuade Larina and Allison of the importance of this assignment, their fee would be doubled if they were successful. Upon hearing that, they quickly got down to business.
Their first look at the girl, from a parked car across the street from the high school, left no doubt as to why Natasha was so interested in this target. She was an absolutely stunning sight to behold. Susan was 5 foot 6 inches tall with long flowing blond hair. She had long legs and from what Allison could tell had a perfectly toned body with an overly large bosom for her frame.
Further pictures taken at different times revealed a gorgeous, yet innocent face with large baby blue eyes. One thing that both Allison and Larina found odd was that she walked around like she had something to hide, almost like her obvious beauty embarrassed her, very untypical for a girl with such obvious physical charms.
A closer look through a high powered telephoto lens revealed something that both of them, and especially Mistress Natasha, would find especially interesting. It seemed the pretty young girl wore a special sterling silver bracelet she on her left wrist. This particular bracelet, with a three leaf clover as a charm, was virtually unknown in other parts of the country. But here in Salt Lake City it was known as a Chastity Promise Bracelet. It seemed that Susan had promised to remain chaste until her wedding! This was an unexpected bonanza. Her virginity was no doubt a constant source of frustration to the many boys in her high school; however it had the opposite effect by making both Larina and Allison feel as if they had hit the lottery. Only in a place like Utah could they get this lucky, a stunning beauty that wanted to remain a virgin! Once the good news was relayed back to Natasha she nearly came over the phone. “Do whatever you have to do, spare no expense, we must have this girl!”
The two operatives planned their work carefully, even more so then usual, knowing that a huge payday was on the line, there was nothing that these two women liked more than cold, hard cash.
Susan came from a large family, 11 children in all. She was the second youngest and most of the others had moved out, however a steady stream of visitors to the house prevented Larina from gaining easy access to the home. The only time that she could get in there was on Sunday morning, when the entire family was at church. Larina took this time to install listening devices in Susan’s bedroom, placed-tracking software on the computer in her room and bugged the telephone. Because she was unsure when the family would return she had to skip the hidden cameras in the bedroom and shower that she would have normally put in when doing recon work on other targets. She was certain Natasha would be disappointed but would no doubt understand.
With the equipment in place the two women holed up in a motel room nearby and listened to many phone calls and mind-numbing discussions the family had hoping to figure out when and how they could pull off a successful abduction. How many boring conversations could one family actually have? Finally a break though, Susan logged onto her computer one evening and confirmed her registration at a religious retreat in Wells, Nevada the next weekend, several hundred miles from her home.
This would no doubt be their golden opportunity. Larina and Allison did their homework and found that this was a conference for young women looking for spiritual guidance as the entered womanhood. Attendance at this type of event certainly makes perfect sense for someone who wore one of those chastity bracelets.
For the next few days the women stayed in Utah and hoped to gain any additional details on this trip. Was she going alone? What were her sleeping accommodations? Was she staying alone? The team took the 3-hour trip to Wells and did some investigating before the conference. One posed as a woman who wanted to send her daughter to it and was innocently told all the information she needed to know. On the way back to Salt Lake City they carefully studied the 2-lane highway and selected just the right spot to spring their plan into action.
Once back in Utah, they camped out at a different motel, to avoid suspicion. At the new location they were able to confirm more details of the trip by listening to a phone conversation: Susan would be traveling to the retreat with a friend, but would be returning to Utah alone! Perfect the two women thought, the return trip would be the best time to strike. Even better news arrived on a later call to the house. It seemed the rest of the family would be gone for the entire weekend as well. This gave Larina a chance to slip into the house unnoticed and remove the bugs, phone taps and software she had previously installed. Once Susan had disappeared, the police would no doubt have quickly found those items. While no clues would have been yielded as to Susan’s whereabouts, it would certainly tip the authorities off to a much more sinister operation then just a simple disappearance by a young girl, of which there were dozens of those every day all over the country.
The next two days were extremely busy for the team. As Susan had left for Wells, Allison and Larina followed from behind at a safe distance. No need to risk a premature interaction between them and their quarry. Once they located a safe, discreet place to stay the women kicked themselves into high gear. Larina was able to find the room where Susan was staying and managed to pick the lock and again plant a listening device. This was important, as they would need to know about any possible last minute changes to her itinerary. There was no phone in the room to bug.
When night fell Allison was able to pop the hood on Susan’s car and plant the all important gadget that would set this complex plan in motion the next day. At around 11:00 PM that night Susan and her friend and Missy returned to their room, exhausted from those days’ activities. Unbeknownst to them, their every word was being listened to and recorded by a sinister and evil white slavery organization, whose two most dangerous tentacles were parked only a few hundred yards away.
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Melissa had been Susan’s friend ever since kindergarten. They grew up only doors apart from one another, and were raised in a nearly identical manner, by two extremely strict religious families. Despite that though, the girls were definitely going in completely different directions. Melissa was everything that Susan was not, adventurous, rebellious, loud-mouthed, and quick-witted and every bit a smart ass. She felt shackled by the rules of the school, the church and most importantly by her family. She rebelled at every possible turn and couldn’t wait to turn eighteen so she could run away and do whatever the hell she wanted with her life. She knew that was never going to happen in stodgy old Salt lake City, Utah.
Her authoritarian upbringing was no match for Melissa’s desire to break every rule she could. She drank whenever she could and had even managed to have sex a few times with some older boys from high school. If her parents ever found that out they would have grounded her for life. The only person that knew about these transgressions was her best friend Susan. She delighted in telling her all about them. She knew it made her uncomfortable but she enjoyed the shock on Susan’s face when Melissa revealed all the juicy details.
For Susan, hearing the exploits of her friend was fun and an escape from her own dull life, and she promised she would never tell a soul. In some ways Susan resented her buttoned down life. She knew she was attractive, but she was shy also, and almost nervous about all the attention she was getting recently from boys, and in many ways that made her even more irresistible.
Despite Melissa’s occasional dalliances with a few boys she secretly harbored a crush on Susan, and had for a long time. Melissa was confused about her own sexuality, as many people are at that age. She wasn’t really sure if she was into girls, but the only way to know for sure was to try having sex with one. And if she was going to take that step, why not have it be with her incredibly hot friend?
Always sexually adventurous, Missy (only her best friend Susan gets to call her that) decided to make her move and see what turned up.
“I don’t know how you keep doing denying your self Susan. It must be so hard not to.” Missy began.
Susan knew, or thought she knew, where this was going. Missy had started so many late night conversations off like this. “I just made a promise to myself that I would not have sex with anyone until I was married, see that’s what this means.” She bent over and flashed her bracelet to Missy.
“I know what that stupid thing means, but how about pleasuring yourself, just giving yourself a little release.” Missy reached under her nightgown and touched her own pussy, being obvious enough so that Susan could see her.
Susan showed no reaction, as she had seen Missy do this many times before in front of her. “You know I don’t believe in that, I have never done it, you know how the church frowns on that kind of thing. I am just going to have to wait until the right boy comes along.” She said wistfully while trying not to blush at Missy’s actions.
Missy was feeling gutsy now while methodically trying to bring herself to orgasm. “But what if the right girl came along? Then it wouldn’t be wrong would it? No boy would be down there, just another girl who wanted the same things you did. You would still be a virgin, right?”
Susan, somewhat surprised, just sat there, not sure how to react.
Having breached this taboo topic for the first time Missy knew there was no turning back now. She got up from her single bed and sat down next to her now nervous best friend. Susan did say anything as Missy rubbed her shoulders. Susan could feel her pulse start to quicken as Missy gently kissed the back of her neck and reached around to grab one of her friend’s enormous breasts. Missy had never done this before with another girl, but it just seemed so natural now. Susan’s nipples were getting harder as Missy turned her friend’s head towards her and passionately French kissed her. Within moments the aggressive little vixen was on top of her, and was now reaching between Susan’s legs. Missy briefly thought how jealous all of the boys in school would be if they saw her now, in the throes of passion with the school’s unquestioned beauty queen.
She slid her hand under Susan’s nightgown and felt her way up the tender thigh as she inched her way towards her long time goal. Before she could get there though Susan gently pushed away her friend’s hand; no one had ever touched her this way before. She was well aware that she was dangerously close to committing a major sin in the eyes of the church.
“Please Susan, let me do this for you, it will feel so good, I promise.” Missy was breathing heavily now, obviously unhappy at the rejection. The two best friends locked eyes for a moment. Missy could see the apprehension in her Susan’s eyes, almost to the point of tears. She could read her friend so well. Missy knew that Susan wanted her to stop, but didn’t want to say it. As much as she wanted to go down on her, Missy had too much respect for her chaste friend to force the issue. She knew how much Susan would regret it later and it may drive a permanent wedge between the two best friends. Missy did not want to risk that, Susan’s friendship meant that much to her. She too had been raised the same way, but had chosen a different path. Missy could shake off the guilt in seconds, for Susan though it may take a lifetime.
Missy got off of Susan, kissed her on the lips softly and then went back to her own bed. “When you are ready, let me know, I will always be there for you.” She whispered.
Nothing more was said between the girls. Susan stayed awake for a few more minutes listening to the sounds of Missy bring herself to orgasm.
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Back in their nearby vehicle, Larina and Allison could hardly believe what they had just heard. Larina was kicking herself for not installing a tiny camera in the room to record these extraordinary events. They could not wait to share this audiotape with Natasha. The two women drove back to their motel, confident that they were not going to miss anything more. It was time for them to get to sleep; tomorrow was going to be a big day for all of them.
Chapter 6
They call came into Stonebriar early, about 8:00 AM Sunday morning. It was on Natasha’s special “priority line”; to be used only in cases where immediate action was required. It was operative Allison on the other end of the line with troublesome news from Nevada. It seems that their quarry (no names were ever used, even on an encrypted line) that they had been tracking for weeks was now not going to be traveling home alone. Her friend had had a change in plans and was now going to be returning with her to Utah. Their best chance to grab the girl cleanly was now evaporating.
Natasha urged them to remain calm and also in position, she needed time to review the complication with Dr. Olga and contemplate a course of action. She immediately summoned her partner and the two women agreed that they could not pass up this opportunity, no matter the additional difficulties this presented. The other girl would either have to be neutralized during the operation or simultaneously acquired. This would certainly complicate matters but Natasha was determined to have this girl, Susan, at any cost, for reasons that were not made clear to anyone but her.
Larina and Allison were asked for their honest opinion on the quality of the other girl as a potential slave. This was way beyond their normal duties, typically the girls were selected for them and they went to work delivering them to Stonebriar. Now they were being asked to make an on-the-fly judgment as to whether this other female was worthy of undergoing the very expensive and difficult indoctrination procedure. From what little the women had seen of her they were impressed. She was shorter then average, about 5 feet 4, but had a well maintained figure, no doubt from her years on the cross county team. She had shoulder length red hair and a decent sized bust for someone so young. She was probably not typical Stonebrair material, but all things considered she was certainly attractive enough.
Back at Stonebrair that was going to have to be good enough, they couldn’t waste any more time. It may be months before her team had a chance this good to get Susan. Unfortunately for Susan’s friend she was just going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was going to cost far more then she could have ever imagined.
The team had waited patiently all day for the religious retreat to wind down. It was 5:00 PM now and everything was in place. Allison and Larina had taken the time to install a dashboard cam onto their van so Natasha and Dr. Olga could watch the events in real-time over a secure audio/video link. This was a highly unusual step but Natasha was so excited she had insisted that she be able to watch this abduction unfold as it happened. This of course only served to pique the interest of Allison and Larina further, and reinforced their belief in a huge windfall.
On cue the two girls pulled out of the parking lot in Susan’s 2002 Ford Focus, a gift from her parents for her 16th birthday because her religious studies had been so good. The operatives waited a few seconds and pulled into traffic a few cars behind them. Not much happened for 45 minutes or so as the team waited for the traffic to thin out and for the girls to reach the pre-designated spot in the road ahead.
Allison used this time to make calls on her Nextel to the two other teams working in conjunction with them, one coming from the other direction, the other just a few minutes behind. Again, this was a highly unusual step for three teams to be working together on one operation; clearly this was a target, now targets that Natasha wanted to acquire very badly.
Larina passed a certain mile marker and that was Allison’s queue to signal the other teams to start the road diversion. Immediately both teams stopped their respective vehicles in the middle of the road and laid out some flares. No oncoming traffic from either direction was present, thankfully, but in case anyone came they would be sure to flag down the other motorists for help, freeing the abduction team up to take care of their business.
Now it was time, the cars rounded a bend, with the all important limited sightlines, and Larina pushed a button on her remote control. The van pulled around the corner into their view came a blue Ford, parked at the side of the road with smoke coming from under the hood, exactly as they expected. The women pulled directly behind them onto the shoulder. A device inside the van was immediately activated that would scramble any cell phone signals in case either of the girls had one.
Larina walked out of her van and approached Susan, who was now out of her car. “I am so glad you stopped. I thought we might be stuck out here for a while. It does not look like many people come down this road.”
Allison also jumped out of the van; she gave Larina an inconspicuous nod when she heard, in her earpiece, from the other teams that there was no traffic coming from the other direction. It was now safe to put their plan in action.
Larina walked to the open hood of the Ford, where Susan was standing. The young girl was the picture of innocence; she was wearing a long black skirt and an oversized white sweater with a church logo on it. By the way she was staring at the engine compartment she was clueless as to what to do. Larina offered some advice and said that she thought they had the right part to fix the car in the back of her van. Allison turned around and walked back to the van and opened the back doors. She yelled that she needed some help to find the part.
Not being the least bit concerned, Missy took the bait and walked back to lend a hand. She was dressed a little more provocatively, tight red shorts and white tank top. Perhaps she had more to offer than they originally thought?
Once safely out of Susan’s eyesight Allison placed a chloroformed rag over the young girl’s face. Her firm hand and steely grip gave Missy no chance; within seconds the girl was completely unconscious. Allison picked her up and loaded her in the van and immediately proceeded to help Larina with their far more important conquest.
It took only a matter of seconds, Susan never saw it coming, and she was quickly overpowered and neutralized by Larina with a heavy dose of chloroform. She passed out and Larina carefully lowered her to the ground.
Rather than carry her all the way to the van, Allison ran back to the van and pulled it up. The two experienced field operatives loaded her next to Missy and were gone in a heartbeat, leaving no traces of anything behind. Allison alerted the “B” team, who reported no activity on the road. They quickly made their way to the now abandoned Ford. A second call was made to Natasha alerting them to a successful operation, but she already knew that as she watched the drama unfold over the closed circuit connection. The women were congratulated, but there was still much work to be done.
The other team jumped in the Ford and immediately drove it to spot just down the road where the car could be put in neutral and rolled into a lake. It could not have been any better, there was no foliage to drive through and the lake was over 50 feet deep there, it was likely that the car would never be found.
Meanwhile Larina flipped on the sophisticated police scanners she had in the van and listened for anything that may cause them trouble on their drive ahead. The girls would not likely be reported missing for many hours, but just in case she wanted to know every possible difficulty that they may encounter. Allison climbed in the back and tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded the girls so as to prevent any movement whatsoever. The had each been given a strong enough dose of chloroform to keep them incapacitated for at least 6 hours or so, more then enough time to reach the rendezvous point where the would be transferred to another team for final delivery into Stonebriar.
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Back at Stonebriar Natasha and Dr. Olga were positively giddy with excitement, Natasha had not been this excited about a new “guest” since she had two sisters brought in a couple of years ago. At the same time though she was very nervous, she was taking a tremendous chance by bringing one of these girls here and her whole plan could still blow up in her face if she wasn’t extremely careful with her next steps. She had a lot of work to do before the girls finally arrived.
Chapter 7
It was about midnight now and the gates to the compound swung open. Natasha walked briskly to the courtyard and was delighted to see two of her most trusted employees, Kendra and Julie, pull their van to a stop and give her the thumbs up. Because of operational security concerns, the abducting team was never allowed to transport merchandise directly to Stonebriar. This provided an extra layer of protection for all parties. This additional step was designed to ensure that the abducting team was not followed or compromised in any way and also made sure that the number of people who knew the exact location of Stonebriar was kept to a bare minimum.
The two still very groggy girls were placed on gurneys and carried into the complex. Normally, because of the late hour, Natasha would have had them placed in cells to be processed in the morning. But tonight she wanted to get started immediately. There were advantages to having most of the staff asleep now and there was no time to waste.
The two girls were taken down to the examination room. There they were stood up and their hands cuffed above their heads. Both of the girls were limp, but starting to stir. Natasha instructed the nurses to begin the standard evaluation procedure. This consisted of attaching spreader bars between their ankles, and then cutting away, carefully, all clothing, except for their bras and panties, which Natasha insisted on doing herself.
This was always an exciting time for Natasha and the “early prep staff” as they were called. This would be the first physical face-to-face look that any of them had with the new slaves. Previously the only thing they had to go on before selecting a girl for abduction were just still pictures and videotape. Now that had a chance to see what they were getting first hand, and judging from the smile on Natasha’s face she could not have been any happier.
Susan was every bit the beauty that she imagined, once her skirt and heavy sweater were removed it revealed a truly stunning girl in every way possible. Natasha could hardly wait to get her bra off. Her breasts alone would fetch them an extra couple hundred thousand at the auction, at that was only the beginning. She had long toned legs and a tight stomach, this girl obviously kept herself in shape. It was hard to believe that she was only sixteen years old; there were plenty of 25 year-old fashion models that would kill for a body like that. Her face was that of an angel, no doubt this one would fetch an enormous sum come auction time.
Natasha now focused her attention on the other as yet unknown girl. Only an unfortunate twist of fate had brought her here. But in no way was Natasha disappointed in this catch either. Melissa, as her driver’s license read, was very attractive in her own right; she had strawberry blonde hair, beautiful green eyes and a certain slutty look about her that Natasha knew would play well with a certain segment of her Asian bidders. Of course little was known about this girl except what they had in her purse and her all-important age (17). A detailed file would have to be built on her during her stay, it was a little bit backwards, but Natasha was sure that would not be a problem. The girls were starting to awaken and this was always one of Natasha’s favorite times.
She waited for Susan to fully open her eyes and get a closer look at the surroundings. She of course was completely immobilized and startled at the strange women all around her, gazing at her nearly completely disrobed body. Once Susan had had a minute to more fully comprehend her surroundings Natasha grabbed the pair of scissors from an aide. Next she carefully cut away the pretty young girl’s bra and panties, while another aide held her hips securely to prevent any unexpected movement. What was revealed was what they were all here to see, the huge breasts and the virgin pussy of a magnificent sixteen-year-old beauty.
Natasha bent down between Susan’s legs to take a closer look at her new prize and then flashed an ominous smile at Susan, who attempted to yell something through the ball gag, which had been inserted into her mouth just before she regained consciousness. Natasha hardly noticed her as she was already directing her attention to Missy and repeating the process with the equally stunned girl. Both young girls were now completely nude, ready to undergo their intensive examination by Natasha’s meticulously thorough staff.
What transpired over the next hour were four nurses, two for each slave, preparing themselves for a very detailed inspection of their new guests. Two of the younger nurses snapped on rubber gloves while the older two held clipboards and pens. Every inch of both Susan and Missy was examined, checking for anything that may be a concern. Next precise measurements were taken of everything from hip and bust to leg length and even foot size. Particular attention was paid to the breasts and pussy where multiple dimensions were taken. It was both degrading and humiliating to the girls to be poked and prodded and essentially treated like a piece of meat.
Next up was a seemingly unending series of pictures. From every possible angle the two young beauties were photographed. Extra lighting was brought in as needed. Yelling into the ball gags was fruitless and the girls eventually stopped.
Finally the process was finished. Before being released though an additional surprise was in store for the two newcomers: The head nurse went into a closet a pulled out two identical chastity belts, steel models that slipped around the waist and had a hinge in the middle. They were installed tightly between the two girls’ legs and locked into place.
“Best to get used to these girls...” That was the only thing anyone had said directly to them in over an hour. The girls were unhooked from the ceiling, but their freedom was short-lived as handcuffs were quickly slapped on their wrists. Before being led away, each girl was dressed in a flimsy hospital gown that was rudely tied in the back. They were led down a long hallway to adjoining cells and thrown inside. Before being locked away for the night in total darkness, Susan was helped onto her tiny cot by a guard and told: “Try to get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a very long day.”
Chapter 8
The next morning began earlier than usual for Natasha. Typically a new arrival meant that she would meet early in the morning with the staff before initial processing of the girl was started, but because a good part of that was done last night it was unnecessary to do so now. Natasha was in her office early to meet with her protégé, Dominique.
Natasha had decided to have Dominique work exclusively with the new girl Susan.
Traditionally each new arrival was assigned to either Commandant Teresa or Commandant Dominique for the duration of their submission stage. However each woman had certain strengths and weaknesses and often times the slaves would be subjected to the brutality of both women in order to get them to submit. In fact it was a point of pride when one of the rival Commandants was able to break the other’s girl. But because of the delicacy of this particular situation, Natasha felt it best the Dominique work exclusively with Susan.
Dominique came into Natasha’s office at precisely 7:30 AM. She was excited and looked forward to meeting the new girl that she would soon begin enslaving, but it somewhat concerned her that Natasha would order her to her office BEFORE doing anything else. Dominique had heard many rumors about how beautiful she was and was hoping that Natasha would assign this one to her. Dominique took a seat in front of her Mistress’ large and imposing desk.
“So did everything go OK Mistress? I heard we actually got two girls”, she said excitedly, “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Yes Dominique everything went flawlessly and we do indeed have two new slaves here for you and Teresa to work on. But before we go downstairs to see them there is something I want to talk with you about first.”
Dominique could see a noticeable change in Natasha’s demeanor and a definite altering of her tone. For the first time in a long time she was decidedly nervous about being in front of her boss.
“First of all Dominique I want to tell you that since you have been working here you have exceeded all of my expectations. Dr. Olga and I could never have imagined that the first night that we met you in that club that you would have developed into such a superb employee.”
Dominique relaxed and smiled. Natasha had never been generous with praise before, and unexpected compliment was definitely gratifying to hear from someone she respected so much.
“Dominique I know this is not an easy job, I have been doing it for 15 years. The hours are long, with few breaks, and there is always tremendous pressure to churn through the girls faster and faster because of the relentless deadlines of the quarterly auctions. We can’t even scale back on those because of our constant needs for more and more money. Even for sadomasochistic women like us it is not easy seeing so many innocent girls suffer through this process. As you know I have done this for a long time and I never thought I would meet anyone who could so easily turn their emotions off while torturing these girls like I do. I believe that to be your single greatest asset, you ability to not let your feelings cloud your judgment or your ability to work.”
“Thank you Mistress, that means a lot to me.” Dominique replied softly.
But it was clear Natasha wasn’t done. “As you know for some time now I have been looking for someone to take over Stonebriar from an operational standpoint so I can step back and focus on the bigger picture here. I need to be able to more fully devote my time to matters like company finances, global marketing, new competitors, etc. I would also like to travel and see what fresh ideas are out there so we can use them to grow our business. We can’t keep doing the same things over and over and expect to survive, the worlds is changing too quickly. Stonebriar is my life Dominique and I want it to last forever. Obviously both you and Teresa are locking horns to win this position and I have no problem with that, competition is good.”
Dominique offered a tiny smirk; perhaps not realizing the actions of both she and Teresa over the last few months had been so transparent.
“The truth is Dominique that the way you handled Isabella a few nights ago showed me all I need to know about who my successor should be. Teresa would have taken the ice dildo and rammed it inside of that girl because I had granted permission to do so. Teresa is an angry woman, and unfortunately for the slaves assigned to her they are forced to feel the brunt of her deep seeded rage. She wants to break them as fast and as viciously as possible. Her methods are brutal, but I tolerate them because they are effective, and right now with all the bills coming due here I am in no position to replace her.
“You on the other hand Dominique are much more cerebral in your approach to breaking the girls, not just with Isabella but with most of the girls under your control. Emotion plays no role in your thinking process of how to force them into capitulation. That quality, above all others, is the one I respect most about you. I have traded longer submission times with your slaves in exchange for less damaged merchandise. That is a trade off that I am willing to make any day off the week.
“I guess what I am trying to say Dominique is that you are the one that I want to take over my position. You are the most qualified here to do that, I need somebody I can trust to carry on my duties and that Dominique is you!”
Dominique hardly knew what to do or say, this came out of no where. This was the happiest moment of her life. In Natasha she had found a soul mate, much like Natasha had found one in Dr. Olga many years ago. Now she was about to be handed the keys to a kingdom that just a few years she could hardly have believed even existed. Dominique stood up as Natasha walked around from her side of the desk. The two women shared a long hug and a deep passionate kiss.
Natasha motioned for Dominique to join her on her leather couch. “Before you get too excited I must tell you a few things.”
“Of course Mistress, anything.” She replied breathlessly.
“It is imperative that you not breathe a word of this meeting to anyone, and I mean anyone here.” Dominique immediately nodded. “I am not naïve about the political split here; you have your supporters just like Teresa has hers. It must appear that an honest and completely aboveboard competition to succeed me has taken place. To just anoint you as my successor could cause a permanent rift at Stonebriar. What I do not want and cannot have is anyone thinking that Teresa was treated unfairly and having her or any of her supporters attempt to leave here on bad terms. We both know how catastrophic that could be.”
Dominique nodded, fully understanding the Mistress’ delicate position.
“What I need from now from you Dominique, other than your oath of secrecy, is for you to perform your very best work on this new girl. She is young and beautiful and most importantly a true virgin, untouched by any hands, including her own. In fact we have audiotape of her saying ‘that orgasms were forbidden before marriage’. Can you believe that? I am going to have you, and you alone, work with her Dominique. She will spend no time with Teresa, she is too important for her brutish methods. You alone will break her and you will also be given access to Level 2 to assist in her training process with Commandant Burke. If you can succeed with this girl then you will take over full operational control of Stonebriar!”
“I cannot wait to meet her Mistress.” Dominique replied eagerly, her own pussy starting to tingle at the thought of “working” with this girl. Dominique knew she would do whatever she had to in order to please Natasha. More then anything in the world she wanted to prove to her Mistress that her faith in her was well founded.
Natasha could see the excitement in Dominique’s face. She was dangling the ultimate carrot in front of her. But would she be willing to do anything to grab it? That would depend on Dominique’s reaction to the contents of the folder sitting on the end table to her left. Natasha reached for it; it was filled with all of the reconnaissance photos, bio sheets, etc. that the field team had compiled.
It wasn’t too late for her to back out of this offer, Natasha thought to herself. The minute she handed over the folder everything at Stonebriar was going to change forever. This was a risk of unbelievable magnitude, but one she was certain she had to take if she wanted to ensure she was making the right choice with Dominique for the future of Stonebriar. She had to have someone in that position that she could trust. So without further hesitation she handed it to Dominique.
Chapter 9
Like a child on Christmas morning Dominique tore into the folder, anxious to get her first look at the beauty that would soon be under her complete and total control. Dominique looked closely at the pictures, going through the stack quickly to make sure this was not some sort of mistake. She almost did not believe her eyes, but once she got to the data sheet it was confirmed, the girl in the file was her own little sister Susan Richardson!!!
Dominique was absolutely speechless, she looked at the pictures and then again back at Natasha, and then back again at the data sheet. She was now completely unsure of what to say or do.
Natasha put her hand on Dominique’s thigh; to comfort her stunned subordinate. “I know this is a shock my friend and I am truly sorry to have to spring such a wicked surprise on you like this. I knew this would not be easy to deal with and believe me I struggled with this decision for a very very long time.”
“But this can’t be, why?” is all that Dominique could mumble.
“Everything I said earlier I meant Dominique, I very much want you take over Stonebriar, but I cannot turn it over to someone who I don’t have absolute and total confidence in. I need someone who is 100% loyal to me and me alone, someone who will do anything and everything for me and this institution that I have spent the better part of my life building. I need and want you to be that person Dominique.” Natasha was speaking from the heart now, something she rarely did with her staff. But she wanted Dominique to know how passionate she was about this and the future of Stonebriar.
“If you will agree to enslave your sister Dominique then I will know beyond all doubt that you are the right person to lead this institution into the future. I don’t want you to answer me right now, I am going to leave the room and come back here in 30 minutes for your decision. If you can’t say yes, and you think it will be too hard for you to do this, then we can work out another arrangement, I promise you.” She bent over and kissed her stunned friend on the forehead and left the room.
Dominique took a deep breath, sat there, and started to think over her dilemma as Natasha shut the door behind her. There was no better job in this world then working for Mistress Natasha, of that she was sure. A world had been opened to her that was far beyond anything in her wildest dreams. Here at Stonebriar she was given free reign to literally transform beautiful young girls into willing lesbian sluts. Just a few short years ago Dominique could never have believed that such a magnificent thing were possible.
Stonebriar provided her with a life filled with beautiful young women at her constant disposal, the very same type of women that scorned her so often in her youth. It wasn’t just that though, it was the friendship and camaraderie of the others who worked here, people like her that had a passion for what they did. The generous salary and regular bonuses didn’t hurt either. And now she was being told that she would one day take over this entire operation from Natasha, the ultimate compliment from the person she loved and respected more then anything on this earth. How could she not do this for the woman who had given her so much, whatever her motives were?
On the other hand though, Dominique had never been forced to make a decision of this magnitude. She had never given the slightest hesitation to inflicting the worst kind of tortures imaginable on the endless stream of young girls hauled in before her. She was a sadist through and through. For her the torturing sessions were at first cathartic, a way to let out the anger from a youth spent being humiliated by other girls she fancied and was ultimately spurned by. Growing up in the ultra-conservative state of Utah as a lesbian was extremely difficult and lead directly to her running away from home the moment she turned 18. Even ten years later she had never forgotten her past, the pain and humiliation of being an outsider in a world not understanding of her “deviant” sexual desires. But Dominique had somehow managed to temper that anger and that was no doubt why Natasha had offered her the position. Nevertheless what she did though was still brutal and barbaric, and now she was being asked to perform it on a beautiful underage virgin who also happened to be her sister!
Dominique wasn’t sure she could do it, no matter how many times she had done it before. If it were anyone else she would relish the opportunity to enslave a stunning girl like this, no matter what her age. But this, she thought, could be too much for her, for anybody really. Why was Natasha doing this to her she wondered? Why did she have to ask so much of her? On top of all of those questions Dominique had something else to consider, what did Natasha mean when she said that “another arrangement” could be worked out? She knew from experience that Natasha tended to be cryptic in her comments. Did she mean that Susan would be broken by her archrival Teresa? Dominique was certain that Natasha would never let her go after the build-up from the meeting two nights ago. Susan already knew too much already by being here, they just could not let her go now, no matter how much she pleaded.
The only other viable option was letting Teresa have at her sister and that would be worse then anything. On top of that she was certain that Natasha would be sufficiently disappointed in her decision to rescind her earlier offer. In that case she would lose everything, her sister, her dream job and the respect of Natasha. What could be worse then that?
She glanced up at the clock; it had been over 30 minutes now. She hadn’t even noticed but Natasha had come back into the room and was sitting on a chair in the corner.
Natasha knew how difficult this was on Dominique. She could see the anguish on her face, even the beginning of tears starting to welt up in her eyes. Certainly she had never seen this from a tough woman like Dominique. But it was totally understandable; to put her in a position like this was almost cruel. But cruel was something that Natasha specialized in, whether it was to the many slaves that came to her or to her subordinates. She relished these moments like nothing else in the world. Psychological torment to her was much more satisfying then the physical kind, but she liked that too. Yes she was fond of Dominique, more then anyone that worked for her, but to her it was worth risking her best employee for the sheer joy of watching her torture her little sister into submission. Nothing could top the thrill of that.
She got up and sat next to Dominique on the couch, again placing her hand on the woman’s exposed thigh. “Tell me what you are thinking Dominique; let me help you make your decision.”
Dominique cleared her throat, “Mistress I am not sure I can go through with this, she is my sister and she is only sixteen.”
“I know how you feel my dear; I knew this decision would be very hard on you. But try to think of it like this: She is young and strong and she will be able to handle anything you dish out. It won’t take you long to break her, so her suffering will be minimized. In just a short time she will succumb and then the hardest part will be over. Afterward Susan can go to Level 2 and learn like all of the others. You can tell her what to expect there, how the process works, and most importantly how to keep herself out of trouble. She will have advantages like none of the other girls has ever had here before. You can guide her right through this whole process, right up until the auction. You will be there for her every step of the way.” Natasha was smiling now, hoping that her twisted logic would once again convince someone to agree to the impossible.
Dominique thought to herself, some of this made sense in a bizarre sort of way. But first she had to ask a question that she already knew the answer to. “There is no way to set her free Mistress and try with someone else?” She said keeping her head down. Natasha didn’t need to answer, both women knew that. She merely shook her head and patted Dominique on the thigh.
The young woman took a deep breath, got off of the couch, and went to her knees; she bowed before the Mistress and then took her right hand. “I will do it Mistress; I will do whatever you ask of me.” Dominique bent her head and kissed Natasha’s right hand, knowing that she had made a decision that she would likely grieve over for the rest of her life. But knowing that any other decision she could have made likely would have been worse.
“Thank you Dominique”, Natasha said patting her on the head. “This was not easy, but I assure you that you have made a wise decision. I promise to make this as easy as possible on you both.” Dominique had no way of seeing it, but Natasha flashed her patented wicked grin, a sure sign that she had no intentions of the sort.
Chapter 10
A door opening and slamming against the wall awakened Susan from her all too brief sleep. She had only gotten a few hours of rest, which was all she could manage. The cold air in the cell and handcuffs locking her hands behind her back prevented her from getting too comfortable. Two women, dressed in tight black spandex body suits hauled her to her feet; her gag was slid aside so some water from a spray bottle could be poured down her throat, before being readjusted back into position. Next a thick black slave collar, with multiple metal rings was placed around her neck. One of the women took a silver charm, it was “473”, and fastened it to one of the loops in the front. The other women took a short leash and attached it to a loop in the back. A gentle tug reminded Susan who was in control.
As per usual, the two “nurses”, as they were known internally, exchanged no words to each other or to their captive. This was entirely by design; Natasha wanted all new slaves to get the feeling that they were not in control of anything. Lack of dialogue only reinforced to the girls that they were in the hands of people who knew exactly what they were doing at all times.
Susan was led out into the hallway, where she soon met up with an equally petrified and restrained Missy. Together the two young girls were taken to an elevator, which took them down two floors and eventually into a room with two similar tables in the middle. A series of cuffs, chains and other restraining devices were featured prominently on each table, like might been seen in an insane asylum. The room was very well lit, perhaps most ominously two very bright lights hung over each table, similar to those in an operating room. Two other women were already inside, they wore similar outfits to the others, but their bodysuits were white, and even more unsettling were the hospital masks they wore, they were clearly there to perform some type of procedure.
With little resistance each of the girls was roughly positioned onto one of the tables and very securely fastened into place. Amazingly no words had been spoken by anyone. One of the white suited women took a pair of scissors and cut away the fabric from Susan’s meager gown carefully she pulled it out from underneath the straps and placed it in a trashcan. The other woman did the same with Missy. The two girls laid there, now completely naked except for the chastity belts encasing their cunts.
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To be sure there were some significant logistical issues that Natasha was now going to be forced to deal with that she wouldn’t have under normal circumstances. At this point she did not want anyone to know that Susan was the little sister of Dominique. That would greatly complicate the task at hand and could lead to significant and unwanted issues from the already wary staff, some of whom were certainly uneasy about the tender ages of their two newest slaves. Natasha had made it perfectly clear to Dominique how dangerous it would be to reveal this secret to anyone.
Only three people at Stonebriar were aware of this horrible truth, both of them, and Dr. Olga. Certainly Susan herself would eventually find out but how had not been determined yet. Natasha herself could hardly wait to listen in on that conversation. For now the two women headed down to the shaving room, where in order to keep this secret Susan would be blindfolded for this morning’s procedure.
Natasha walked into the room alone, while Dominique waited outside. She smiled at both of the obviously panic-stricken girls. She circled Susan and dragged her hands over the young lovely, pausing to feel her thumping heart. She wiped the tears away from the poor girl’s eyes as Susan tried desperately to mumble something through the gag. Natasha ignored her and took a key from her pocket; she placed it into the chastity belt, unlocked the device and slid it out from under the quivering girl. To add to the girl’s unease, Natasha stared at her pussy for an uncomfortably long period of time and then licked her lips. Satisfied with her unsettling performance she did the same thing with Missy.
At long last she broke the silence. “Hello Girls, my name is Mistress Natasha. I am in charge here. I know you both have many questions and I promise we will answer all of them in due time. But let me answer one for you right now, you are not here by mistake, of that I can assure you. Now before we do anything else I am going to introduce you girls to the pleasure of having a freshly shaved cunt. Has either of you girls ever had your pussy shaved before, either by someone else or perhaps done it yourself?”
Unable to answer with the ball gags in their mouths, both girls shook their heads.
“I didn’t think so; you both probably a little too young. That is OK. What you are going to learn today is that we place a high value on a clean, neatly shaved cunt. Pubic hair prevents us from our objectives at Stonebriar and that is why it is strictly forbidden here on any of our “guests”. It is important that you get used to this process, it will occur daily.”
Susan gulped, it was now starting to hit home to her that this whole awful, dreadful thing was more then just a prank gone bad and likely something much more sinister. Natasha signaled to a staffer, who obediently wheeled put a cart of assorted shaving supplies. Normally the girls would have been subjected to a much crueler “hot shave”, which featured shaving cream in a silver bowl heated by a Sterno flame, but Natasha wanted to ease these girls a bit more slowly into their new surroundings. More importantly, since Dominique would soon be joining them she preferred to take things slowly initially, to give her plenty of time to adjust to this very difficult state of affairs.
“Blindfold them both.” She gestured toward the girls and immediately padded blindfolds was placed and secured over the girls’ eyes. This caught the staff by surprise as this step was rarely done. Natasha had always made it a point to have the girls watch their cunts being shaved, to further remind them of their helplessness. No one was sure why this change of procedure, but certainly no one dared question Natasha. Satisfied that the girls could see nothing, Natasha opened the door and Dominique walked in. She undoubtedly had a nervous look on her face as she surveyed the room; she immediately noticed which one was her sister, tightly strapped to the table on her left. She was pleased that she was blindfolded, as Dominique certainly was unprepared to engage in any sort of dialogue with her younger sister.
Her unease was obvious to the other staff people in the room. She had supervised the mandatory first shavings of countless other girls here before and had always shown eagerness in these proceedings. Perhaps Dominique was showings signs of being uncomfortable of working with girls so young. That was certainly understandable.
Sensing these odds feelings from both Dominique and the staff, Natasha decided to take charge. She pointed at the cart and with other hand gestures she ordered the shavings to begin. Each girl had her pussy sprayed with ice-cold water. This served two purposes, lubrication for the cream as well as inducing goose bumps on the cunt, which Natasha felt provided for a closer shave. Next horsehair brushes were used to coat the girl’s pussies. What normally would have been a very unpleasant feeling with the hot cream turned into a somewhat sensual one, especially for Missy, who was surprisingly getting turned on by the whole process. She had wanted to do this on her own many times, but had never gotten the gumption to try it.
Next two of the nurses snapped on tight black latex gloves before donning ultra sharp straight edge razors. “Don’t move girls”, Natasha yelled out, “the only person you will ultimately end up hurting is yourselves.” The whole process took 15 minutes. As was customary, Dominique put the bright light over the girl’s cunts and bent down for a closer inspection of each girl. Theses two nurses, Jackie and Kim had been with Stonebriar for many years. They had shaved hundreds of girls thousands of times. They were pro’s pros. Dominique did not expect to find even a trace of pubic hair and she didn’t. She nodded to each, a sign of a job well done, and left the room. Natasha ordered the chastity belts back on and for the girls to be taken to their cells.
She was very pleased with Dominique, as they had discussed prior to her coming into the room. It would be best if she did not speak in the presence of Susan, on the off chance that her sister would recognize her voice. Yes she was gagged, but she wouldn’t be forever, and they did not want to risk Susan finding out of Dominique’s participation in this sordid ordeal before it was absolutely necessary
Dominique waited out in the hallway for Natasha. “Very good my dear,” the Mistress began. “You handled that very well. Why don’t you go check on your other girls now? In an hour or so I will send Madam Harding in there to deliver her speech to them. We will let them think about that for a while and you and I can talk before you go in and see her OK?”
Dominique nodded and walked down the hallway to her wing, hoping to get her mind off Susan by directing her attention to the other slaves under her control. She would try, but she knew that was going to be very hard to do.
Chapter 11
Natasha went back to her office and summoned Madam Hardings. Another longtime associate and trusted friend of Natasha, she was a plump woman, in her mid fifties, someone friendly and who always had a smile on her face smile. She could easily have been mistaken for an elementary school teacher anywhere in the country. She seemed out of place working in a facility like this, a place stocked with slim, physically fit, yet expressionless women who were trained to show little emotion around their slaves.
Patricia Hardings was actually the perfect foil at Stonebriar, and Natasha loved her for it. It was her job to play the “good cop” to everyone else’s “bad cop”. It was she who was tasked to attempt to befriend each of the girl’s, to trick them into thinking that they actually had someone on the inside who truly cared about their interests. Ultimately though it was Madam Hardings who had the unpleasant task of telling each of the girls why they were really being held there. It was an unpleasant job really, after all who could enjoy telling a girl that she was essentially being forced into a life of lesbian servitude?
For Patricia though it was effortless, she had done it countless times. It was she who visited each and every girl on Level One every night to try to coax her into surrendering themselves. Their nightmare was as unimaginable as it was inevitable, she told them in as calmly a manner as possible. Yet despite this thankless job she almost always succeeded in one form or another in getting the girls to accept their fate and work with her. Her bedside manner, uncanny ability to listen and relate, and many special treats she offered, had convinced so many girls in giving up their struggles and succumbing. This unique talent had prevented countless torturing sessions and allowed the girls to more quickly transition down to the more serious business on Level Two. The cost saving were immense. There was no doubt that she had paid for her salary many times over. No one at Stonebriar underestimated her value to the organization.
Natasha was concerned about her friend though. She thought that Patricia would eventually get tired of her job and move on to something else, outside of Stonebriar, as she had little interest in being part of any of the more nasty stuff that went on there. But in reality that was not the case; the older she got the more Patricia came to relish her work. It was clear the moment she entered Natasha’s office that she was anxious to meet the two new girls. Natasha of course did not let on that Susan was Dominique’s little sister. “Ok Patty you’re on.”
Madam Hardings got up and proceed to walk to the cells housing Susan and Missy, while Natasha put her feet on her desk and flipped on the closed circuit camera in Susan’s cell. She loved watching Patty do her work.
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Susan and Missy were both sitting in their respective cells. Susan’s blindfold was removed but she was still had her hands cuffed behind her back, as did Missy. Each girl was sitting on their respective cot; unable to even stand up as their slave collars were connected to short steel chains fastened to the walls, the chains being too short to allow them to stand. The girls remained gagged. They had been making eye contact with each other through the bars that separated their cells, but each had grown bored with that as their was not much they could say with their eyes.
The girls could hear a key go into Susan’s cell door, the first activity in what seemed like hours. A matronly older woman entered in a long frilly skirt and oversized blouse. She was carrying a small black bag with her. Without introducing herself she reached behind Susan’s head and undid the ball gag in her mouth and placed it on the cot. “I hate these things.” She said as Susan took a big gulping breath. Next the older woman took a bottle of water and a candy bar out of her bag and put them on the cot next to her. Do you want these she asked?”
“Please!” Susan gasped.
“I thought so. But first you have to promise not to scream or attempt to do anything but listen to me, is that understood.”
“Yes ma’am”
“Good, then I will undo the cuffs as well so you can have these treats.” Madam Hardings looked at Missy; obviously envious at the attention her friend was receiving. “Don’t worry I have some for you too, I will be there in a moment.” She reached behind Susan and unlocked the handcuffs. “I can not do anything about this”, she pointed to the neck chain. “I am sure you understand.” Susan barely paid any attention as she unscrewed the cap on the water and tore into the candy bar, the first nourishment she had had in over 24 hours. Madam Hardings left the cell and repeated the process with Missy before returning to Susan’s cell and sitting down next to her on the cot.
“I know you girls have a lot of questions and I will do everything that I can to answer them. But first I need to put these back on you my dear.” Patricia motioned to the handcuffs. Susan was confused, why was this necessary when she still had the heavy chain connected to her neck collar? For Patricia it just made good sense. What she was about to tell these girls would shock them to their very core, and the first emotion that usually came after that shock would likely be anger, an anger likely to be so intense that it often frightened her even when the slaves were heavily manacled and restrained. Susan was likely a powerful girl, even if she was only 16, and she could do serious and even permanent physical damage to the older woman before the guards could be alerted to pull her off. Once Susan’s hands were locked safely behind her madam Hardings inched in closer, too close for Susan’s liking, but there was nothing she could do about it. She rested her left hand on Susan’ right thigh and took a moment to get a close look at the awesome physical specimen next to her.
Susan was indeed a stunning creature, perfectly put together with breasts unnaturally large and full for a girl so young. Patricia, like many of the others had had her doubts about this during the meeting with Natasha a few nights ago. She wasn’t sure taking a 16 year old was a good idea, but once she got a first hand look at her she knew that Natasha had made the right decision. To pass on a girl this beautiful would have been sinful.
“All right girl’s where do we begin?” She began. Normally her first speech to a new slave would be short and vague, as there was plenty of time in the following nights to tell them everything they needed to know. But Natasha was very clear that she should spend as much time with these two as necessary, to get them as comfortable as humanly possible for the long and difficult road which lay ahead. In addition, this was only the second time that she had to deliver this speech to two girls simultaneously, and that would certainly draw this process out longer then normal.
“I am certain that you have both been told that you are not here by accident.”
The girls both nodded.
“Good, because it is no accident that you are here. Let us first talk about you #473”. She looked at Susan. The befuddled girl stared back. “We will get to the significance of these numbers later. What you need to be aware of my dear, it that you have actually been spied upon, for many months now.”
Susan was shocked and confused. “Wh… wh… why would someone do that?”
“I will tell you my dear, but first I must ask you to speak only when you are addressed otherwise I will have no choice to put this…”, she pointed to the ball gag, “…back in. Is that understood?” She asked in a decidedly firm tone.
Not wanting that horrible thing in her mouth again she muttered a weak “yes ma’am.”
“Thank you. Now there are a number of reasons you have been under surveillance, the most obvious one #473 is that you are a stunningly beautiful girl,” she paused to run her hand further up Susan’s leg. “Girl’s like you are always in demand, people like to have beautiful girls around them, it makes them feel special, and it makes them feel important.
What we do here at Stonebriar, is we help to fill that demand for a special type of client who likes to have beautiful girls at their disposal.”
Missy and Susan kind of looked at her in a confused manner, not sure of where this whole thing was going.
“I guess what I am trying to tell you #473 is that you have been brought here because we feel that you will be a perfect candidate to fulfill the needs of one of our special clients.”
“What the hell are you talking about”? Susan demanded. “How am I going to help ‘fulfill’ some need?”
Madam Hardings again pointed to the ball gag and Susan, still worried, wisely kept her mouth shut.
“This is the hard part my dear, there really is no easy way to tell you this so I am just going to be as honest with you as possible. You have been brought here for one reason and one reason only. You are going to become a sex slave.” Madam Hardings stood up as Susan just sat there on the cot, still not believing what she had just heard. “I know it is hard to contemplate right now, I don’t want you to say anything, either of you”, as she shifted her gaze to an equally overwhelmed Missy.
“What goes on here behind these walls is not pleasant, or simple, or easily understood by the girls that we bring here. I am not going to promise you that you will ever understand it, much less accept it, but I can guarantee both of you that you will surrender to us. There is no other option. Over the next few months we are going to transform both of you girls into special kinds of sex slaves, ones who are completely devoted into serving and pleasuring other women.”
Susan immediately sprung to her feet and attempted to lunge at Madam Hardings. But like a dog that forgets he is on a leash, the steel chain around her neck instantly forced her back down. Missy, who also was not wearing a gag, started to yell through the bars at her, which only caused the guards to come into both girls’ cells. The Madam snapped her fingers and the ball gags were promptly forced back into the girls’ mouths.
Another hand gesture was made and the four guards departed the two cells, as quickly as they arrived. “That’s better, I am sorry we had to do that but it is not important what you two have to say. It is important that you girls listen to me now and listen well. There is absolutely no chance of escape from here. The people here have been doing this a very long time and many many girls have been brought here and none of them have ever escaped, ever! No one has even gotten close. You are 20 feet below ground, you will be locked in you cells at all times, when you are out of your cells you will always be escorted by at least 2 security people and your hands and feet will always be chained. There is a 12 foot high stone wall around the entire perimeter of this compound with motion detectors covering every inch of it. We are in the middle of a dense forest and not a single person lives within 50 miles of here. I tell you this, girls, because I want you to know that there is no possible chance of existing this facility on your terms.. The only way you will ever leave here is by doing exactly what you are told, when you are told to do it. Am I making myself clear?”
Patricia paused for a moment to catch her breath. She wasn’t normally in the habit of detailing the security procedures of the compound but she decided it best to quickly reinforce the helplessness that these two scared young girls must already be feeling right now. It was essential that they completely understand just how alone and defenseless they actually were.
“Just so we are clear, there is no chance of being rescued either. You were taken in Northern Nevada by two expertly trained kidnappers. Two other teams, working with the one that abducted you, quickly disposed of your car in a lake, which will likely never be found. Your cell phones were smashed immediately after you were grabbed; there will be no way to trace your whereabouts that way. You were in the van for 3 hours before being switched to a completely different vehicle for four more hours before the secret journey into this facility. We monitor all police radio traffic in the area and nothing has come across that indicates that you are anywhere near this area, which is now seven hours away from Wells and in a completely different state.” For security reasons, she did not reveal exactly which one, even though they would hardly remember or care when they were done with their training here.
Both of the young women started to cry uncontrollably now as Patricia paused again to let these cold hard facts sink in. The Madam took Susan’s head and put it on her shoulder. The girl did not pull away. “I know, I know you are scared, my dear, it is completely natural to feel this way”, she whispered into the girl’s ear as tears kept coming out of her eyes.
“This isn’t easy for me either,” she lied shamelessly. “Believe it or not girls I am here to help you. I want to make this whole ordeal as easy as possible for you. What is going to happen now is inevitable no one can change that. But it is how you deal with these circumstances that can make all the difference in the world. There are many girls that come here; all of them have been taken in a similar manner like you two. You will have a chance to meet some of them soon. I can assure you the ones that accept their fate and don’t fight us are the ones that ultimately have the easiest time. The ones that battle us every step of the way, the ones that scream and shout and don’t obey those are the ones that suffer the most. Everyone gives in eventually; there is no point in making this any harder than it has to be. I want to help you, and I will help you both, in what is going to be a difficult time for each of you. It may not seem like it now, but I want to be your friend, I can promise you that I am the only one here who does.”
Normally that would have been enough for Madam Harding’s for the day. She would generally leave at this point, being deliberately vague about what came next for the girls. But Natasha was adamant that she tell them everything on their first night because she wanted to get started ASAP by introducing them to their respective Commandants first thing in the morning.
She exited Susan’s cell and walked over to Missy’s. The cute redhead was still standing there by the bars, completely shell-shocked. “You, my friend, are perhaps the truly unlucky one and are here by an unfortunate twist of fate. You were not supposed to be in your friend’s car were you?”
Missy stopped to think for a moment, how could she possibly know that?
Madam Hardings smiled. “Yes we had your room bugged at the retreat, we heard EVERYTHING,” she stressed. Missy was too concerned with her surroundings to blush about what transpired between her and Susan.
Patricia continued, “We had no choice #474, your friend was our target, as she has been for some time. We wanted to take her alone on the trip back to home to Utah, but sadly your plans changed so ours had to as well. We could not afford a witness so regrettably for your sake you had to be brought here as well. You are going to go through the process as well; there is simply no their way.” She said matter-of-factly.
Patricia circled around the girl and definitely liked what she saw. While clearly not the beauty that Susan was, Missy was no slouch either. She had beautiful red hair that fell to her shoulders. She had captivating green eyes and a well-toned body with a decent sized pair of tits. Susan surmised that this girl might do well at the auction if the right buyers were present. She had a slutty, come-hither look that may appeal to a certain segment of their customer base. Patricia was quite certain, although she did not know for sure, that this girl was no virgin like her friend was. The staff would need to find out a lot about her sexual past, as was customary for all “guests” of the facility.
“Ok girls, here is what is going to happen next.” She raised her voice so Susan in the next cell could hear her. “Tomorrow morning you are each going to be introduced to your respective Commandants, as we call them. These are the women that will be responsible for “persuading” you to surrender yourselves to us. You will not like these women very much. They will do whatever is necessary to convince you that resisting is futile. I will not go into detail about their methods but it is safe to say they will become increasing unpleasant if you continue to hold out.”
Both girls began to cry a fresh set of tears.
“Each evening I will join you in your cells, I will bring you rewards and other little treats if I feel that you are deserving of them. I will also ask you if you are ready to give in, and you will be at some point, every girl eventually does. But we can discuss that later; no point in going on about that now, you need some rest.”
Patricia gave a little peck on Missy’s cheek and left the room, careful to lock the door and check Susan’s too.
Meanwhile, back in her office, Natasha clicked off her monitor, again pleased with the outstanding work of her friend Patty.
Chapter 12
The morning for Susan began sharply at 7:00 AM, although she had no way of knowing it. Sensory deprivation was a key part of the subjugation process at Stonebriar. The girls were kept in cells that were underground, with no windows to let in sunlight. That made it difficult to tell day from night, and when combined with other methods, led to disorientation and confusion; both key ingredients to eventual submission. Certain routines though were never varied, and that included the morning shaving. The slaves found it humiliating to have their legs pried open every morning and have their pussies shaved. From the Stonebriar perspective though it served two important purposes: it helped to reinforce who was in control of the girl’s bodies and more significantly it allowed unfettered access to the most important of the slave’s body, the part that had to be controlled.
The two young girls were not brought in together this time. Natasha felt it was time to begin isolating them from each other. Not completely though. Once Susan was properly prepared she was taken to a “punishment room” where she was left hanging, gagged, and alone, from a heavy chain attached to the ceiling, her arms were spread apart by a wooden bar.
Natasha accompanied Dominique to the room. This was somewhat unusual the guards noted, but perhaps the Mistress wanted to make sure everything was going to go smoothly for such an important slave. Natasha had made it clear to her charge, as well as everyone else at the facility, that she was going to be intimately involved with the processing of Susan. As much as she trusted Dominique, she wanted to make sure there was no chance of a bond developing between the sisters as that would certainly complicate matters.
“Dominique, please wait here for a moment, I want to talk with her before you go in.” Natasha suggested as much as she ordered.
Natasha entered the room and closed the door behind her. Susan was a beautiful sight, dangling just an inch over the cold floor. She was completely naked, except for the omnipresent chastity belt and a bit gag positioned firmly in her mouth. Natasha had thought carefully about this moment, and she made the decision just last night that now would not be the best time to re- introduce the two sisters. It would definitely make the process so much more difficult for everyone involved to have the secret revealed so soon. Natasha had a plan for that time was right, but now was definitely not it.
“Hello #473, welcome to the first day of your capitulation process. I know you are scared, and that is to be completely expected. I want you to know that we have never attempted this process on someone so young before, so I am going to try and make it as easy as possible for you. That is why I have arranged to have one of our top people work on you personally during your submission process. Believe me #473 I know how tremendously difficult it will be for you. Both of us are going to try and make this as easy as possible for you. Please remember that there is nothing you can do or say to Commandant Dominique that will make her stop. You must accept her will and submit to her. I promise you that it is the best choice you make for yourself.”
Susan felt the lump in her throat grow bigger as the Mistress only stared at her and flashed an evil, almost soulless smile.
The Mistress went over to the door and opened it, and closed it behind her. Dominique I have had a change of heart, I think it is better if your sister not know it is you right now. It would just complicate things too much I fear.”
Dominique was delighted. She knew she had to go through this anyway, but not having to face Susan now would make it that much easier.
“Of course Mistress, I am happy to hear that.”
”I thought you would be.” Natasha replied, while reaching for a black mask that would completely obstruct Dominique’s face. “Please but this on.”
Dominique did, with a certain amount of relief that her inner shame of what she was about to embark on would be shrouded awhile longer.
Once the mask was on Natasha nodded and the two stepped into the room. The older sister, despite having her identity shrouded avoided eye contact as she made her way over to the dangling girl before her.
Dominique was as ravishing as she was intimidating with her bright red cat suit made completely of latex. The Mistress insisted that every employee, save Madam Hardings, be in top physical condition. This was as much for aesthetic reasons as it was for practical ones. Physically fit women were more intimidating to the slaves and made them less likely to be aggressive, and more fearful of dealing with the ramifications if they did. Dominique was essentially a Dominatrix and she played the part to perfection, wearing these types of outfits only served to reinforce that fact to the unlucky slave girls.
Mistress Natasha took a seat in the corner and watched this likely-to-be uncomfortable scene play out. Dominique was almost happy that Natasha was in the room, as she would not feel compelled to share her motivations behind her actions with the unlucky girl hanging before her. The older sister took the key to the chastity belt and placed it into the unit protecting Susan’s treasures. Once removed she placed her hand for the first time on her Susan’s shaved sweetness. It was odd to touch her own sister’s cunt, but she wanted to show no hesitation in doing so in front of the ever watchful gaze of the all powerful Mistress Natasha.
Susan tried to shake herself free but had absolutely no leverage. “I must have this,” she whispered to Susan, “I will have it”. This was her standard line to each and every girl that she was to begin torturing for the first time. Susan, for her part, just shook her head violently.
Dominique grabbed a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. They were made of solid brass, but were highly brushed, giving them the appearance of gold. The tension on these clamps was adjusted by turning the black cylinder at the base of the clamp to slowly increase or decrease the pressure. These were a highly specialized little devices and an often-used item at Stonebriar as they allowed for very precise, controlled tuning of the intensity to very tender spots on the body.
Larger breasted girls always wished that their tits were not so large at times like this. Susan’s large bosoms and proportionately sized nipples made for a rather inviting target. Dominique struggled to put them onto her petrified sister. Normally she would have asked for help in controlling the twisting and uncooperative girl, but she did not want to see additional pain inflicted to her sister by the brutish guars for non-compliance. Once the devices were on and sufficiently tightened, she grabbed a heavy leather-riding crop.
“I am truly sorry #473, now we must begin.” Dominique felt horrible about calling her sister by her new assigned number, but with Natasha there she had no choice. Calling these girls by numbers was degrading and dehumanizing, which was exactly what Natasha wanted. Numbers were impersonal and made the slaves feel like mere commodities, which they now were. The numbering process also served a purpose from the staff side as well, as it was much more difficult for them to become romantically attached to a figure then a real name.
Dominique circled her quarry a few times, spinning her around before wielding her arm back and hitting her sister’s ass with the crop. Susan let out a scream into the gag. Dominique continued the onslaught, switching from one ass cheek to the other. Tears welled up in Susan’s eyes but her older sister was careful not to make any eye contact. Natasha watched with obvious pleasure, as her protégé was clearly showing no mercy on this one, exactly as she had hoped.
Dominique put the crop down, but only to exchange it for another. She returned to her sister and cupped her cunt with her left hand while continuing to whack away at Susan’s tender ass with the other. Dominique stopped occasionally, but only to tighten the nipple clamps on her sister’s now aching tits. The beating continued for what seemed like hours, until at last Natasha got up and motioned for Dominique to join her, leaving the exhausted sixteen year old to dangle from the ceiling.
“Excellent work Commandant”, Natasha praised her charge, “That is enough for today. She knows you mean business. Let’s have her taken back to her cell; tomorrow you can start to concentrate on her cunt!”
Dominique breathed a sigh of relief, silently to herself. She did not want to show weakness in front of the Mistress, especially not now. Whipping her sister was more difficult then she anticipated and she was happy Susan was gagged and apparently did not recognize her voice, another concern. She was equally happy the Mistress showed some compassion her 16-year-old girl sister and ended their session early for the day. Tomorrow, and each succeeding day were going to be tougher, she knew that and Dominique wanted Susan to get her rest.
“For now I would like you to come with me, I think I have figured out a way to get to #468.” Natasha commanded, and her charge followed her down the hall, happy to focus her mind on someone other than her sister.
Chapter 13
Over the past several years Natasha had been focusing most her energy on trying to put her beloved Stonebriar on firmer financial ground. In the past her business model had been solely predicated on stocking the facility with a steady flow of kidnapped young women, a good percentage of who were from overseas. While clearly that business model had worked well in the past, it was becoming obvious that some new methods had to be employed to secure new girls. This was because “acquisition costs” were getting out of control. The expenses incurred to nab Susan (and Missy) were well in excess of $200,000 even before a commission was paid to the acquiring team of Larina and Allison. These skyrocketing costs made it necessary to look at alternative acquisition methods.
One such method was known internally as a “private placement.” Such a process involved a girl being selected by a customer and then being transported, usually by the customer, to Stonebrair, where they would undergo the same conversion procedure. In previous years Natasha had always declined such offers. One reason was operational security, which could be compromised by a girl being brought there, since there was no way to know with 100% certainty if the girl was a plant from some suspecting law enforcement agency. That was never an issue with their current snatch and grab process.
Another factor working against such an arrangement was the quality of the girl being brought in. The standards for the slaves were extremely high, to bring in someone who was less then gorgeous could lower staff morale as Natasha’s people were used to working with only the prettiest girls.
But perhaps the single greatest reason Natasha had for declining such steady work was the potentially large financial loss at auction time, since private placement girls by definition were to be sold for a pre-set fee when their training was complete. Natasha was a master auctioneer and she was loath to give up any of her girls without some type of bidding process being involved.
But like most business people, Natasha occasionally bent the rules for her best customers. In this case it was for a woman named Lily Xiao Hong. Ms. Hong, in a relatively short period of time, had become one of Natasha’s best customers. She made 2-3 purchases per year, almost always of Asian girls, and all had very high average selling prices. It was customers like this; friendly, loyal and wealthy that Natasha had a hard time saying “no” to.
The question came a few months back when Ms. Hong called to ask if Natasha would be willing to put a girl that she chose through her lesbian conversion process. As stated earlier, such offers were almost always declined. But in this case Natasha did not dismiss the request out of hand, instead she asked for more information.
It seemed that one of Ms. Hong’s most trusted employees; a high-ranking female financial controller for one of her large manufacturing companies, had been embezzling large sums of money for several years. Ms. Hong had not yet gone to this woman to let her know that her scheme had been discovered. Such a crime would be dealt with in a very harsh manner in China, likely to include immediate termination, public disgrace, loss of house and personal possessions, and very likely a lengthy prison term.
As Ms. Hong explained over the phone to Natasha, she had concocted a plan to spare her long time employee this unpleasantness, but it would come at a high price indeed. Natasha was enthralled by the idea and agreed to move forward, but only on the condition that the entire confrontation between Ms. Hong and her employee be caught on a hidden camera and videotaped. The reasons for doing so would be made clear at a later time. Lily readily agreed upon this condition and their plan was set in motion for the following day.
*****
Asian girls, as a rule of thumb, were the easiest ones to break and train at Stonebriar. These reasons for this were highly speculative but it was the general feeling by upper management that centuries of subservience in their culture made them much less likely to question authority and thereby submit to the will of their captors. It was for this reason that they were intensely popular among the staff, as minimal work was needed to break them and they almost always turned into perfectly trained slave girls. An added benefit was that Asian girls were becoming increasingly popular at auction time and tended to fetch high prices. This was no doubt symptomatic of the fact that that part of the world was becoming increasingly wealthy and the women there enjoyed spending their newfound wealth on luxuries like lesbian slaves.
#468 was anything but the typical Asian slave brought to Stonebriar. She was feisty and hot-tempered and had proven to be anything but submissive. For a girl from Latin American, or even one from the United States, this kind of behavior was to be expected, but for a Chinese girl it was highly irregular. Usually girls from those regions were handled by increasing the levels of punishment to a point that submission became the only option. This typical course of action however was not working and both Dominique and her rival Teresa had struggled for an agonizing 16 days with this particular girl. Now running out of patience, Natasha asked both of her two commandants to join her for a strategy session, which was now taking place in her office.
“Ladies, thank you both for joining me. I brought you in here to discuss a new tact I would like to take with #468. I know she has given you both fits with her stubbornness and both of you are likely to say she is close to capitulation, but because she is a ‘private placement’ girl I see no need to continue the torture process without trying this new plan first. The last thing we want to do is return her to her new owner with any amount of visible damage”
Both of the girls glanced at each other with a befuddled look. Occasionally the two rivals agreed on certain things. Wouldn’t that fact that she was a “private placement” slave lessen the time constraints on them? By definition that is what these types of girls were, they were shipped to their new owners when they were ready and thereby avoided the auction all together and the rigorous scheduling demands that the auction placed them under.
The Mistress though, clearly with much more of an eye the financial side of the business, thought much differently. Since #468 was already pre-sold to a client for the relatively bargain price of $500,000, it made no sense to have her assets tied up processing this girl for any longer then was absolutely necessary. Extended processing time for #468 was an opportunity cost to Natasha, the opportunity to bring in another girl, house her in a valuable cell and then ultimately train her, a girl that could indeed fetch a higher price then the $500,000. Had she known that this particular slut was going to give her and her staff so much trouble she would never have agreed to this transaction in the first place. At best she was going to make a small profit on this little bitch, but she made a deal with Ms. Song and she had no choice now but to live up to it.
Enough was enough Natasha decided; it was time to teach her two assistants a valuable lesson in both economics and the benefits of using psychology over brute force.
“Ladies, come with me please.”
Natasha led the two women to a dimly lit room at the end of the hall. Inside was #468, nearly naked, and securely bound to a chair. She was also completely gagged. There were also 3 other chairs inside, surrounding a heavy wooden table. A large flat panel monitor hung from the wall.
“Hello #468 how are you?” Natasha said in somewhat of a mocking tone as the three women took their seats. “We are not here to hurt you today, that I can promise you. I am going to even take this out of your mouth if you can promise not to scream. I hate it when my girl’s scream, it gives me such a headache. Do we have a deal?”
The girl nodded her head and the Mistress pulled the gag from her mouth.
#468, her real name was Mingmei Chung, was a very pretty and slender brunette from Chongquing, located right in the middle of the enormous country. The thriving metropolis directly boarded the Yangtze River. The 19-year-old girl was a very independent young woman who had just finished her first year of college when she had been abducted and flown halfway around the world to Stonebriar. She still had no idea how she had ended up here, and that was exactly as Natasha had planned it.
“I know these last few weeks have been very difficult on you my pretty young thing, and we all want this entire ordeal to end don’t we?”
Unsure of how to react the somber, yet stout, girl simply nodded her head.
“Of course you do. You know #468 your name in your native tongue means smart and beautiful. But I am sure you already know that don’t you?”
Impressed and unsure of where this was going, she could only manage a “Yes Mistress.”
“There is no question you are beautiful, now we need to see how smart you are.” The Mistress continued, “Please tell me #468 why you continue to fight us? You must know that every girl here eventually surrenders to us. Please be honest with me, why do you accept such pain?”
Mingmei just sat there for a while, unsure of what to say. What difference did it make what she said? They were going to torture her anyway until she broke. Tears started to come down her cheeks and she struggled to catch her breath, with everything they had done to her already it was hard to let her guard down and to be honest, but what did she really have to lose?
Most of the slaves there, if asked the same question, would give any number of answers. They were afraid of the process of being converted into a lesbian, afraid of giving up their freedom to someone they didn’t know, afraid of being sold and shipped off to some far-flung corner of the world, afraid of being treated like a sexual plaything. These were the standard answers that the staff heard over and over again throughout the years. It was up to the personnel on Level II to help to redirect the girls concerns about those issues.
Before she could answer though, Natasha interjected. “#468, let me try to answer for you and please just nod if I am right, there is no need to speak. I know it is hard to talk about these things. Are you afraid that you may never see your family again, especially your mother, is that why you hold out, is that why you will not surrender your body to us?”
The girl hesitated for a moment and then under her breath whispered “yes.”
“I thought so my dear”. She reached over a put her hand on the girl’s tender thigh. “That is a common reason many of the more stubborn girls like you give to us. The thought of not seeing your family again is very difficult to accept. It is entirely natural for you to feel that way. Perhaps watching this short video will help you make rethink your decision.
Natasha took the remote control that had been left on the table and turned on the monitor. A black and white, but nevertheless crystal clear video came onto the screen. In it a Chinese woman sat at her desk, going over some figures on a ledger. Mingmei instantly recognized the woman as her mother. As the video rolled on, three other women stormed into her office, startling the executive. “Hello Mrs. Chung, working late tonight?” The obvious leader of the group asked.
“Yes Ms. Hong, I have some paperwork to catch up on.” The obviously nervous woman answered.
“Of course you are that is one of the reasons I have made you my Vice President of Finance. Your work ethic is second to none Chen. In fact it is so good that I have not felt it necessary to pay close attention to what you have been doing for many years now, and as an owner that can prove to be very costly when someone you trust betrays you.”
As Mingmei looked on she could see her mother become very uncomfortable in her seat.
“Oh, don’t act so surprised my friend, I think you know exactly what I am talking about don’t you?” Ms. Hong grabbed her employees’ arm firmly as one of her associates pulled out a second ledger. Opening it and going over the numbers she started berating her executive.
“Do you think you could get away with this!?” She screamed. “You have been stealing money from my companies for years. It is all right here in black and white, over 10,000,000 Yuan! That is nearly $1.5 million US dollars!”
The older woman said nothing. What could she say? She knew she had been caught red- handed. Like so many other embezzlers, she never thought this day would come, she thought she had covered her tracks carefully, but clearly she was mistaken.
There was an awkward silence in the room as the powerful woman got up from the desk and circled the small office.
Finally she broke the unbearable silence “How could you do this to me? I took you from nothing. You were a mere peasant; I showed you how to run a business, how to make high-level decisions. I made you a wealthy woman and this is how you repay me? You ungrateful bitch!!!”
Chen just kept her head down, saying and doing nothing.
“You know Chen with this information I can go to the authorities and have you arrested immediately. You will lose everything, your house, your bank accounts, and your cars, everything, just like that gone. Then you will go to penitentiary for a long time, a horrible prison where you will be treated like an animal. That is how it will end for you; your whole life will be gone. But perhaps there is another way…”
At this point Natasha reached over and held Mingmei’s hand, but the girl hardly even noticed as she was too mesmerized by the events unfurling on the screen.
The business owner somehow managed to ask what the alternative would be. Lily waved her hand and her two intimidating companions immediately left the room, leaving the two women alone.
“Let me tell you what your one and only option is Mrs. Chung. First of all, if you chose to continue working for me you will be immediately demoted to a forklift operator in one of our remote warehouses, working the third shift of course.”
All things considered that did not seem so bad Chen thought to herself.
“But that is not all, not by a long shot, oh no your punishment will be much stiffer. You of all people know that I have some unique sexual proclivities.”
Chen was well aware of her boss’ taste for young female flesh; she kept a number of such girls at her sprawling estate in the country, where she herself had seen firsthand the number of nubile maidens running around.
“If you wish to remain out of prison and not have your life turned upside down then you will give me the one and only thing I want that can make this problem disappear.”
“And what is that?” the worried woman asked.
“Your daughter Mingmei of course! She is a very beautiful girl and I have wanted her for my own personal use some time now.”
Mingmei screamed out now. “No! No! No! This can’t be, my mother would never do such a thing.”
Natasha pressed pause on the video and held the girl’s hand tightly. She knew this was not easy to watch but for her purposes it was so important that they continue and Mingmei see for herself this shocking act of betrayal. “I know it’s hard to see this #468, but you must know the truth.” After waiting for a moment she hit play and the four of them in the tiny room continued their viewing.
“No you can’t make me make this decision,” Chen screamed back.
“Oh yes I can. Your choice is a simple one really; you can trade your freedom for that of your daughter. You have two other children you need to think about as well. Do you want them to only see you from behind bars for the rest of your life? They have done nothing wrong and yet their home and their mother will be taken from them forever, they will be outcasts. Is that really fair to them?”
The woman was obviously thinking of that unpleasant possibility, she hesitated for a long time before finally speaking. “What will happen to her?”
“She will be taken far away. There is a place there that specializes in turning young girls into lesbian slaves. She will be trained to my exact specifications. It will not be easy on her, I will not lie, but it only lasts a few months and then she will shipped back here to serve as my personal whore.”
The sobs coming from the young girl were getting louder now, but Natasha only turned up the volume up so the pretty Chinese girl could both see and hear her mother give the go ahead that would lead to her inevitable enslavement.
“You have 60 seconds to make up your mind or else I will instruct my people to call the police.” The older woman demanded.
There was no need to guess what happened next, but Natasha kept the tape running anyway. Mrs. Chung picked up the phone on her office desk and asked Mingmei to come immediately to her office to help her with something.
Mingmei remembered this moment all too vividly. She remembered being surprised that her mother would ask her to come out so late to a relatively dangerous part of town. She remembered making it to the dark office building and onto an elevator where she was quickly overpowered by a group of strange women and stuffed first into a van and then later onto an airplane for a long trip. It seemed so long ago to her, but in reality it was only a little more than two weeks back. Natasha looked over at the stunned and now weeping girl next to her. There was no other way to look at this from Mingmei’s perspective then this was a complete and total betrayal by the person that she thought could trust more than anyone else in the world. Her mother had placed more value on her own life than on that of her oldest daughter.
The three women and the now incredibly demoralized girl just sat there for a while until the video ended and the screen went blank. Natasha broke the seemingly endless silence first, “I am so sorry you had to see that my dear”, she said without the least bit of irony. “It must be very difficult for a young girl to know that her own mother was the reason that she ended up here. But now that you do know the truth I want you to think carefully if your struggle has the same meaning now. The person that you thought cared about you most in the world now doesn’t appear to at all.”
Natasha stopped for a moment to let that crushing statement sink in. Mingmei cried a bit harder now, knowing that in her own twisted way The Mistress was right. Natasha stood up and hugged the poor girl for a moment before continuing. “There is someone now who does care about you #468. From the moment she laid eyes on you she wanted you, wanted you enough to take ownership of you. Now the opportunity has presented itself and she is spending a great deal of money sending you to us. I know this is not what you wanted #468, no young woman wants this. But that is not a choice you can make for yourself now. But what you can decide to do now is stop fighting us and let us get on with the inevitable. You are going to become a lesbian sex slave for Madam Lily Xiao Hong, your mother’s boss. Nothing will change that fact; the only difference is how long it will take for you to accept that so we can move forward with the conversion process.”
Natasha took a breath a motioned for Teresa and Dominique to join her in the hallway. Once out there and with the door shut Natasha said, “You see ladies, that is a perfect example of mind over matter. A tough, determined girl has now seen that further obstinacy is no longer in her own interests and I did not even have to lay a finger on her. I expect that she will surrender to us as soon as we open the door.”
“I grant you that this was a perfect situation and we will almost never have such a wonderful piece of hidden camera footage again, but the point I am trying to make is that brute force used to induce capitulation is often counterproductive. Get to know your subject, read their files, know them as well as you can before torturing them. Often times the truly intractable girls are easy prey to well thought out psychological tricks.”
The two rivals looked at each other and said nothing. What could they say? A master was plying her craft and they had just witnessed it firsthand. Interpreted another way though and Dominique clearly had another notch on her belt as she had always been thought of as the more cerebral of the two rivals.
Natasha opened the door and waited for #468 to look up. She finally did and looked directly into Natasha’s eyes. She gave an almost imperceptible nod, but it was enough for Natasha to say, “Thank you my sweet, you have made a wise decision. I will send Madam Hardings in with the necessary paperwork.”
The Mistress closed the door behind her and gave a wink to her two understudies before walking down the hall to Madam Hardings’ office.
Chapter 14
For Dominique the time spent with #468 was a welcome respite away from having to deal with the increasingly difficult situation she faced with her sister. She had already made the decision to obey the Mistress and force Susan into slavery. Now the real challenge would be what was the best way of proceeding while causing Susan the minimum amount of pain. Clearly these “soft glove” measures were not something that she had previously had to concern herself with. So Dominique decided that she would try and make as few trips as possible to see Susan in her cell, to avoid her own guilt mostly but also to have to explain her actions to someone that could never understand the reason why.
The young girl would never be able to comprehend Dominique’s thought process anyway and each visit would be harder psychologically on the older sister. She decided it was best to let Madam Hardings, who was far more skilled in these matters anyway, deal with Susan. It was been a cowardly for her to hide behind masks and other methods of concealment, but it was easier nonetheless to hide her true identity for as long as possible. For now Dominique would concentrate on her other duties and deal with Susan only during the daily torturing sessions.
For the time being at least, Susan was not the focus of Madam Hardings’ attention. The matronly older women had more pressing concerns with their other new teenage captive. Missy had been brought here completely by chance and ultimately her own misfortune. Had her original plans not changed, and had she not hitched a ride back to Utah with Susan, she would have been a free woman right now. Sadly for her though that was not the case. This unexpected visitor had forced a number of changes in the typical routine for new “guests” at Stonebriar. Normally when a new girl was brought in for processing an impressive dossier of personal information came with her.
This information included any relevant factual details about a girl’s life that could be gathered and may later be important during the training process. Pictures and videotapes of the subject were the most obvious things gathered during a girl’s surveillance. But other important details such as clothing size, weight, eating habits, etc. was also deemed to be relevant. Of even higher importance was sexually activity; how many sexual relationships did these girls have and with whom? This was the kind of information that was only possible to obtain through the use of highly trained professionals. People that had the skills to break into homes and apartments unnoticed and plant listening devices, bugs, cameras and other eavesdropping devices. For most of the girls that ended up at Stonebriar, a 2-3 week intensive 24 hour “shadowing” was common before they were actually abducted. This provided the staff with enough relevant details to assist in not only the submission and training process, but also more importantly to prepare a “Bio Sheet” that would be passed out to the buyers at the auction.
In the case of Missy however very little was know about her prior to the abduction and Natasha had tasked Madam Hardings with filling in the blanks. Madam Hardings knew only that Missy and Susan had been friends for years and based on the audiotape that Natasha had her listen to, it was clear that at the very least Missy had some lesbian tendencies, which was certainly not at all a bad thing.
At a place like Stonebriar, information extraction, no matter how difficult the subject was a relatively easy process. Certainly there were no legal issues to be concerned with; it was simply a matter of figuring out the most effective and time efficient method to get whatever relevant details were needed. For the task of interrogating Missy, for lack of a better word, Natasha had personally asked Madam Hardings to conduct the procedure. Generally the matronly older woman was someone who abhorred viewing, let alone participating in the most intense tortures that went on around her every day. There was no doubt that she was well aware of what took place there and more importantly why it had to take place, yet she chose to ignore the brutality it and concentrate on the end results.
Her easygoing nature however made her an absolutely ideal fit for this task and more generally for her overall position at Stonebriar. Previously she had spent 20 years as a librarian at a private all girls’ boarding school. Her relaxed and calm demeanor, friendly smile and most of all her excellent listening skills had made her a favorite of both staff and slave girl alike. It was the rare person indeed that could convince a girl to surrender herself to a life of sexual slavery and still come off sounding like someone who truly cared about what was in the best interest of the girl. Madam Hardings was indeed just such a person.
In rare cases though, particularly when dealing with extremely shy or nervous young girls, Patricia was brought in to act as the lead in the all-important debriefing session. With Missy, because of her tender age of just 17, she wanted to proceed very cautiously. She had already built up some trust with her two nights in Missy’s cell and she did not want to throw it away during this process.
To make her young subject more at ease, Missy was taken from her cell after the wall separating her and Susan had been lowered. This helped to prevent any screaming or crying that tended to occur when one girl was taken somewhere in the compound and the other was not. Madam Hardings was clear to the guards to use extra care when moving Missy, to try to reduce her apprehension. The trio of guards took her down one flight of steps to a special room where an odd looking steel chair rested next to a large wooden table. On the table rested some peculiar looking equipment with a host of wires connected to it.
Madam Hardings fidgeted with the equipment and seemingly paid no attention to the entry of the three guards and their captive. Missy was completely disrobed of her meager clothing, including her chastity belt and forced down into the heavy steel chair. The cold chair gave her goose bumps all over her body. There her arms and legs were strapped securely in place. A short chain was connected to her slave collar and the back of the chair to further immobilize her head. Once securely in place, the Madam began to speak.
“Hello #474, I realize how scared you are, but I want you to try and relax. As long as you are completely honest with me you have nothing to fear, I promise you. OK?”
“OK”, Missy replied nervously.
“Good, this isn’t going to be anything like what happens with Commandant Teresa. I brought you here #474 because we want to learn all about you. As you know, it was purely an accident that you ended up here. Most girls that are brought to Stonebriar come with extensive background files, but with you we know almost nothing, and truthfully we want to know much more about you.”
“Why do you want to know anything about me?” Missy asked nervously.
“Well, that is a very good question and one that deserves a straightforward answer. If you are going to tell me the truth it is important that I do the same. Don’t you think?”
Missy nodded.
“Good, the truth is #474 what you tell me today will aid us when it is time to sell you in a few months. The woman that purchases you will want to know something about you. You will likely be sold for a good deal of money and your new owner has a right to know about the merchandise they are acquiring.”
“Fuck you!” Missy replied curtly, “I am not going to tell you shit. I am not going to help you.”
A disappointed, but not surprised, Madam Hardings didn’t respond, she went about her business. She said nothing as she placed a series of electrical monitors on Missy’s chest, fingertips and forehead. Next she added a pair of tight nipple clips to Missy’s perky breasts.
“And those are a reminder that a proper attitude yields rewards while an improper one yields punishment. Please remember #474, I get no pleasure from punishing you. I am only here to help you; you can help me by answering my questions quickly and accurately.”
Patricia pressed a button under the table and shortly thereafter another woman entered the room.
“Allow me to introduce you to (Madam) Anzelha Andreev. She performs a very crucial role here at Stonebriar #474. She is our resident expert in information gathering. She spent many years in Russia perfecting her craft and this equipment is designed to do one thing and one thing only, detect lies and untruthful statements. Do you think you can tell the truth for me #474?”
Missy looked first at the older Russian women, who had a stern but otherwise blank expression on her face, and then at the normally happy Madam Hardings, now wishing that she hadn’t said what she did a few moments ago. She meekly nodded in agreement.
“Good, very good, #474, I assure you, as long as you tell us the truth you have nothing to fear, but if Madam Anzelha tells me otherwise then this is what will happen.”
The Russian woman turned a switch on her control board and a small panel on the steel chair slid open between Missy’s legs. A quiet whirring motion preceded a small metallic device emerging from the dark recesses of the chair. One Missy got a better look she saw an inverted triangular shaped stainless steel plate about 4 inches across the top and four inches long that ended in a sharp point at the bottom. Missy took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect next.
“I am now going to ask you a series of questions.” Madam Hardings continued. As long as I don’t see a signal from my counterpart that you have answered anything falsely then we can continue and hopefully return you to your cell without incident. If however you lie to me #474, even if just a little bit, then Madam Anzelha will push this button and this device will move forward, pressing itself firmly into your neatly shaved and soft little pussy. Do you want to know what it does?”
“I’d rather not”, the sarcastic little bitch answered.
“I didn’t think so; well I am going to show you anyway so you get a better understanding of the price of deception.”
Patricia poured a small amount of water from a glass on the table onto the unit. It froze instantly, leaving some shiny ice crystals on the front of the plate.
“This is a very simple yet effective little device. We call it the “Arctic Triangle” for obvious reasons. We have found that extremely cold temperatures, applied to a girl’s most private area, produce a level of discomfort so intense that nearly anything will be done to end the pain. Madam Anzelha has used this tool on women far older and far more motivated then you to get information from them. We are talking about female business executives, scientists, politicians, spies and others with important secrets, women that had something to hide and would do anything to keep hidden. All eventually broke down and answered truthfully whatever questions they were asked. You will tell me the truth now, won’t you #474?”
Missy was getting frightened now and her anxiety was obvious, as she whispered “yes” to her captors.
“Good my dear, because the first time you lie to me this unit will slide forward and press into your cunt for 15 seconds. Believe me when I tell you it will feel like 15 minutes because it is kept at 0 degrees Fahrenheit. The second time we will double the duration, and the time after that will double again, and it keeps doubling again and again and again if you are unable to tell me the truth. The device produces 1200 pounds of force and cannot be pulled back once activated, even if we want to, so it is important you are honest with me at all times. You will tell me the truth, won’t you #474?”
Missy nodded again, this time paralyzed with fear.
They were ready to begin now. Both of the older women were quite certain that the smart-ass 17-year-old girl wasn’t going to give them any problems.
The beginning questions were all straightforward, Name? Age? Address? Family? Etc. These were general and routine questions designed to establish what is called a “flow of agreement”. They were easy questions that required little thinking, and were not likely to induce false or untrue answers, thereby making it less likely for Missy to attempt to deceive her captors when more difficult questions were asked.
“Very good #474, you are doing quite well.” Patricia nodded to both her and Anzelha alike. “Now, let’s talk about some more personally things. This is where it becomes more important that you be truthful in your responses, because these are areas of interest that we must know the truth about. It is important that you be as honest as possible. In order to show you some good faith I am going to remove these.” She bent over and took the nipple clamps off of Missy’s aching tits.
Missy took a deep breath as Madam Hardings settled into her questions.
“How old were you when you first had a sexual encounter with another person?”
“Fifteen I think.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes Madam I did.”
The needle did not move, indicating that she had been truthful.
“Tell us about it please.” Madam Hardings ordered.
“I was at a party with other high school friends, we had all been drinking. Alcohol was not something I was used to. I had too much and a boy at the party took advantage of me.”
“What happened exactly #474? I need you to provide more details.” She dangled the nipple clips again, the insinuation being obvious.
“Well the boy there reached his hands down my panties and played with my pussy.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“No Madam, I did not. He was very rough with me and just coping a feel I think.”
“I see, that is most unfortunate. Please tell me how old you were when you lost your virginity?”
“It was the night of my sixteenth birthday. A boy I had been secretly dating took me to his parent’s home and he fucked me on the couch in his basement.”
“Please do elaborate #474, what was it like having a man inside you?”
“I didn’t like very much Madam Hardings, it hurt a lot and I don’t think he knew what he was doing. He just thrusted inside of me, it was very awkward.” Missy replied, thinking back about that uncomfortable evening.
“Did he come inside you?” Patricia asked forcefully.
“I think he did, I am really not sure.”
“How many man have you been with? Let me be more specific, how many men have been inside you #474?”
Missy had to think about this for a moment. She was not your characteristic Mormon girl. She was much more sexually active than most of her classmates. She was much more typical of a girl from LA or New York, two places coincidentally where she had hoped to move one day. “I believe it has been six.”
The young girl knew she was in trouble when the older Russian woman looked over at Madam Hardings and shook her head. Clearly that was not an accurate statement.
“I see here that we have told our first lie of the evening”, Madam Hardings responded coldly. “Perhaps this will help jog your memory.”
Almost immediately, the scary steel plate positioned between her thighs slid forward and pressed firmly against Missy’s shaved cunt. In just a millisecond she felt the icy cold metal against her most delicate body part. She let out a piercing scream, exactly as her captors expected and hoped. Mercifully the 15 seconds expired and the unit was eased back into its prior position. The frigid sensation lasted much longer though, and Missy desperately wanted to free her hands and touch her cunt, but with the heavy restraints that was quite impossible.
“Now, let me ask you again #474, how many men have been inside of you? And please think carefully about your answer this time.” A completely composed and calm Madam Hardings asked.
Not wanting a repeat performance she contemplated the question very carefully. She caught her breath, thought again and answered “eight.” Missy was kicking herself for using the smaller number the first time. She did it though because she did not want to be considered a whore,
This time a comforting nod came from the Russian woman, and Missy relaxed a bit more.
“That seems like a quite a lot for a girl so young.” She replied to know one in particular.
“Well I can promise you #474, those days are gone forever. No man will ever have sex with you again. When we are done with you here you will be touched by, and only give pleasure to other women.”
“Tell me about anal sex, #474. Have you ever been penetrated from behind?”
“No Madam, I have not.”
Again a nod, “Very good. Have you ever thought about it? Do you think it is something you might enjoy or would prefer to avoid?” These were largely irrelevant questions, but one that Patricia enjoyed asking anyway. It was certainty that she would experience a forced anal penetration at Stonebriar during her training and almost certainly thereafter from her new owner.
Missy was nervous now, she had never really given that activity much thought and frankly did not ever wish to participate in it. Conventional sex was plenty exciting enough for her.
“I think, I think it is wrong to do it. I was always brought up that anal sex was a sin.”
The older two women chuckled a bit before Madam Hardings continued. “I can assure you #474 sin or no sin it is going to happen to you whether you like it or not. Your new owner is going to almost assuredly insist on it and we will do our best however to prepare you for the demands of it.
Missy shuttered a little bit as the line of questioning became more pointed and focused on her sexual attraction to other girls.
“Tell me about other girls #474, are you sexually attracted to them?”
“Sometimes”, she responded meekly.
“Have you ever had sex with another girl?”
“Yes.”
Madam Hardings’ ears perked up. This was always an exciting part of her questioning. Being a former librarian at an all girls’ school she loved getting the intimate details of young girls exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. Hearing about such encounters always made her wet. “Please tell me all about it each of your experiences then”, she replied excitedly.
Missy again took a deep breath and remembered back to that one day. “It happened after gymnastics class last summer. I was working on a routine with my friend Tanya and I twisted my ankle. I was not seriously hurt but I was unable to continue, so the teacher told us to take a shower and come back tomorrow. Once we were in there we heard the teacher get called away. Tanya looked at me and then started kissing me. I didn’t push her away. She kissed her way down to my breasts and then lowered her mouth onto my pussy; it felt so good I didn’t want her to stop, even when I heard the teacher coming back.”
An obviously excited Madam Hardings continued to prod. “What happened next? I want to know everything #474.”
“I came, just before the teacher saw us. It was wonderful. Tanya though insisted that we go back to her house so I could go down on her.”
“Did You?” Madam insisted.
“Yes I did, that very afternoon. But her brother heard us or something like that, because Tanya called me the next day and said that she was being taken out of school immediately for her immoral activities. Her brother ratted us out to her parents and were disgusted the pulled her out of school the next day. She swore that she didn’t tell them whom she was with and nothing ever happened to me. But I have not seen her in over a year. I heard they sent her to a boarding school in another state.”
Madam Hardings listened intently to the story and asked for and received all sorts of irrelevant details just for her own personal sexual interest. It was quite obvious what she was doing but Anzelha did not seem to mind. Missy answered everything to the best of her ability. Patricia almost felt bad for the girl as she heard the story.
Missy would have forced into sex with many women in the future but no encounter would likely be as enjoyable as that first time with her friend Tanya.
The questioning had gone on for over an hour and a half now and the pretty 17-year-old was obviously getting tired. The plate had been used only once, far below statistical averages. This was largely by design though; the truth was that Anzelha could “manufacture” a lie any time she felt like it just to see a woman, or in this case a girl, suffer. But like Madam Hardings, the Russian woman held many of the same beliefs as her older counterpart, namely that girls so young should be treated tenderly. She had her doubts like many of the others about this whole process of taking girls so young and was happy that Missy had been so candid in her responses thus far. Sadly though that was soon about to change.
“Thank you #474, I realize this has been a long night for you. I have to thank you. It is always easier to deal with someone that is honest with us as it makes our job much easier. Believe me when I tell you that we take no pleasure in using this thing.” She gestured to the steel plate, still glistening with ice crystals, despite an extended period of not being in use.
“I just have one more thing I want to go over with you before you are released; your relationship with your friend, #473. She is a very beautiful girl, and that is why you are both here now as you know. I need you to be very candid with me; do have sexual feelings for her?”
This was definitely a loaded question and one that Missy was unsure of how to answer. A million things zipped through her head. Of course she had feelings for Susan; she just tried to act on them just the other night. But there was no way these people could know that could they? She was afraid to tell them the truth though; afraid as to what other sinister things might happen to her and Susan too, if she told them her true feelings for her best friend.
Missy tried to remain as calm as possible as both women waited patiently for her response, each relishing the dilemma the young girl was obviously in.
“No I don’t, she has always been my friend and I have never thought of her in other way.”
The needle on the polygraph started swinging wildly. The look on Anzelha’s face revealed that. Nothing needed to be said to Missy. Anzelha, as much as she didn’t want to do it had no choice, she pushed the button. The plate slid forward again, pressing itself again into Missy’s soft, tender privates. She screamed again, even louder then before as her pussy bore the brunt of the frigid onslaught. Missy tried to kick and swing her arms and legs free, but that was useless, the multiple straps kept her securely in place. Finally it ended, the plate slid back, this time after 30 agonizing seconds. Her pussy was now a light shade of blue.
“I hate more then anything to have to do this #474, believe me I hate it. I know how much it hurts”. The girl was crying now hysterically. “Open your mouth.” Not knowing what to expect, she obediently complied. Madam Hardings stuck a ball gag into her mouth and fastened it securely behind her head.
“You were doing so well #474, and now at the most important part of this interview you lied to me, so blatantly in fact I am insulted. Rarely do we see readings this blatantly obvious.” She grabbed the paper and showed it to Missy, which meant nothing to her. “I have tried to show you good faith #474, I removed the nipple clips and ignored some questionable answers on your part, and this is how you treat us?” The normally docile Madam Hardings was starting to lose her temper, which only succeeded in causing Missy to become even more terrified.
“I am here #474 to help you; I told you that from the first minute I walked into your cell. I know this process is difficult to understand and ten times more difficult to endure. That is why I am here; Mistress Natasha hired me because of my ability to help girls feel comfortable in even the most difficult of circumstances. Sadly you have chosen to make a mockery of my trust and now you leave me with no choice. I now must turn over the remainder of this interview to Madam Anzelha.
Missy gulped hard, what had she done she asked herself, why couldn’t I just have told the truth she wondered?
The older Russian woman got up from her chair, and as a matter of habit checked to make sure the straps were still firmly in place. She ran her hands all over Missy’s tender young body, stopping for a moment and pressing her palm firmly onto Missy’s cunt. The warmth from the woman’s hand was certainly appreciated and both Patricia and Anzelha could see that in Missy’s face. She finally spoke up in her mild Russian accent, “I hate to do this to you my dear, but your insolence has really left us with no choice. The rest of this interview will be conducted with the Arctic Triangle fully engaged!”
Missy’s eyes nearly burst out of her head. She rocked backed and forth and tried to scream through the bit gag. Only a little bit of spittle managed to come out. Patricia hated to see this happen, as the tender side that she had been showing to Missy to gain her trust could now easily evaporate, but it was now out of her hands. Natasha was quite clear that any lying by Missy about her obvious lust for Susan must be punished severely. She really had no choice. Something had to be done to teach this young beauty a lesson, on that point Natasha was quite clear.
Madam Anzelha waited a few moments for her young victim to calm down. This was standard operating procedure for her. She had done this many times before with this fiendish device, most of them while the KGB employed her in the late 70’s through the 1980’s.
Back in those days she headed a department that was feared by nearly everyone in her country, and many outside of it as well. The Directorate of Information it was called, but a more suitable name would have been the Directorate of Interrogation. Madam Anzelha was an avowed lesbian, and made no attempt to hide it. Normally that would have been a career killer in the tightly controlled and homophobic police state that was the USSR in those days. Luckily for her, she had a boss that understood her unique talents to understand both the female mind and more importantly the female body.
There was little doubt that young Missy would offer minimal resistance and frankly Anzelha had misgivings about performing this procedure on a girl so young. But orders were orders and she would follow them. Nevertheless she would try to make it as easy as possible on the girl. She needed to carefully outline what was going to happen next and she needed to make sure that her subject fully understood what was being said to her so she could co-operate fully, which would expedite the process.
“Listen to me very carefully #474, because the better you understand me and the better you follow directions the faster this will go. I am sure you want it to go quickly don’t you?”
Missy, still struggling to understand what was happening to her, managed a weak nod.
“Good, because in a few moments I am going to flip the override switch and the Arctic Triangle and it will reattach itself to your vagina. You already know what it feels like so there is no point in going over it again. The pain will become increasingly more intense the longer the unit is in contact with your cunt, which is why it is imperative that you answer us quickly and honestly, am I making myself clear?”
The terrified girl again nodded.
“Excellent. Because the gag will not allow you to speak, we expect you to nod and shake your head accordingly to Madam Hardings questions. To remind you of the seriousness of these questions, we will wait until 30 seconds after the unit is engaged to begin asking them. This will allow you to focus your mind on the truth and only the truth.”
Missy screamed hard into the gag again. Madam Anzelha, not wanting to waste any time, flipped the switch and the plate slid forward again, pressing firmly into Missy soft and now already cold little pussy. The girl again struggled violently. Anzelha could only turn away; somewhat disgusted with herself that such an innocent girl would have to be put through an ordeal so brutal.
Back in old days, before she had come to work for Natasha, she had used her diabolical little machine on a variety of different women. They mainly consisted of captured spies, alleged traitors to her country, female business executives with important secrets, etc. These women tended to be older and less likely to be intimated by such an apparatus, although they all broke down eventually. All of these various women were considered to be enemies to her country, and she used that fact as a reason to justify her actions. Now at Stonebriar her motives were far less pure, it was only money now that she was after. To make it worse, the girls brought here had done nothing wrong, especially this one she thought, and to compound her misgivings #474 was still just in high school!
Regardless of her conscience, Anzelha was well aware that persons of her age and her “specialized” skills were not likely to be in high demand in the outside world. And the pay here was just too good. There was no way she would ever leave Stonebriar, regardless of what ghastly deeds Natasha asked her to perform. The best that she could do was to make this whole ordeal go as easily as possible for these unfortunate girls.
The 30 seconds were up and Patricia began her rapid-fire questions. Neither woman had any interest in prolonging this barbaric activity any longer then was absolutely necessary.
“Have you ever touched #473 in a sexual manner?”
Missy shook her head.
“Do you know if anyone has?”
Again she shook her head, and this time tried to yell through the ball gag.
“Do you want to #474, do you want to make love to her?”
This time she nodded and there were no false or to be more exact, unfortunate readings from the machine. One of the reasons that Anzelha loved this device was she knew that most women, when subjected to extreme cold to their pussies thought of nothing else but stopping the pain and getting heat down there as quickly as possible. Women who were preprogrammed to lie, spies for example, were trained to provide misinformation in even the direst of circumstances, but even they were no match for the Arctic Triangle. This was largely because such treatments were unheard of in the espionage community, and therefore impossible to prepare for. There was little fear that Missy would think of anything but the truth at this point.
Just like that it was over. After a few more questions about the nature of Missy and Susan’s relationship or lack thereof, the two women were confident the pretty redhead had now answered them truthfully. The plate was disengaged and Missy stopped screaming into the gag. One minute and thirty-one seconds was all it took. Well short of the seven plus minute ordeal Anzelha was part of many years ago when she locked horns with a pretty Korean girl who was reluctant to part with blueprints of an important microchip. For Missy though it felt like an hour, she was happy that Madam Hardings quickly placed her hand on her frozen pussy to provide her with all-important heat. She was certain that they would never allow her to touch herself but this wasn’t a bad compromise.
They allowed the girl a few minutes to compose herself, while Patricia alternated her hands to Missy’s still icy cunt. This was an important time for her as she was going to try and rebuild the now fractured relationship she had with Missy before this tribulation. They warned her to remain quiet after the gag was removed, as it would be perfectly natural for a girl to scream obscenities at her captors after going through an ordeal like this.
Missy kept quiet as Patricia began, “I am sorry we had to put you through that #474. Nobody wins in those situations. I hope that you won’t remain angry with me for long. I will come into your room and talk with you later, before you go to sleep. I want you to know that I still deeply care about you and your friend.”
Guards came in immediately thereafter and unfastened Missy from the table and reattached her chastity belt before taking her back to her cell for the remainder of the night. Once there, Missy found the divider lowered between the cells, sealing off access to Susan and further compounding her frustrations from the evening. She desperately wanted to talk to and see her friend, to tell her how much she loved her and to tell her to be strong, that they would get through this together. Meanwhile Patricia and Anzelha headed to Natasha’s office to inform her of their all important findings.
Chapter 15
It was now day five of Susan and Missy’s captivity and the girls were clearly on divergent paths, much to Dominique’s dismay. Initially it was the general feeling of most of the women on Level One that Susan would be the first to break. On paper at least it appeared that everything favored such an outcome. Susan was younger, obedient, very mild mannered and even-tempered, and most important of all she was extremely sexually naïve, which should have made the tortures to her tender body all the more effective at breaking her quickly. Missy on the other hand was older, rebellious, a smart ass and someone who fancied herself as a “tough broad,” despite being only seventeen.
Yet it was Missy, #474 as she was now known, that was the one who was so close to succumbing. Likely it would be today, tomorrow almost assuredly. Some of this unlikely outcome could be attributed to the stern hand of Commandant Teresa, who seemed to be unconcerned with the fact she was dealing with such a young girl.
Dominique on the other hand was clearly not being as aggressive with Susan as she would have been with any other girl, for obvious reasons. Natasha was unconcerned about that though, she was proud of her young charge and the way she was dealing with such a complicated and difficult situation. Nevertheless though Susan seemed to be gaining strength from the whole ordeal and was becoming more defiant than ever. After a day’s worth of torture Susan often times went back to her cell and recited passages from the Bible in order to maintain and build her strength. She was hardly the first to do this, there had been many other religious girls brought to Stonebrair who reacted in similar fashion and all eventually submitted.
Today was an important day for everyone. Natasha had changed the normally strict rules of capitulation down to six days from the usual seven. This was an iron clad dictum that Natasha had set from the very first day that she opened Stonebriar. Girls were to be punished for a minimum of seven days before being sent to the chamber. This was done for two very important reasons. First, this policy was put in place largely to ensure that every girl brought there knew fully what she was agreeing to when they finally surrendered themselves. They had to want to go in there, if only to stop the assault on their bodies. Many of the girls brought to Stonebriar were weak in both body and spirit and gave themselves up after only a few days, sometimes less, of torture. The seven-day subjugation phase of Level One helped to ensure that the girls entering the chamber were fully ready to begin their transformation into becoming lesbians.
The second and far more important reason for the seven days of punishment was to give the girls a constant reminder of just how unpleasant Stonebrair was. When the girls were sold at auction, the terms of sale were quite clear to all parties involved in the transaction. If their new owners were unsatisfied with their new slave for any reason, they could be sent back to Stonebrair for “retraining”. Having to go through this process was distasteful for everyone involved. The new owner became upset because she had to part with her slave for several weeks while her new toy had her “attitude” adjusted. Natasha became angry because of the embarrassment of having to have defective merchandise returned to her. She really was no different than the Ferrari dealer who has an irate customer who brings their vehicle back to the dealership for mechanical reasons. People spending significant amounts of money, whether it is on fine automobiles, yachts or beautiful female slaves expected and demanded the very best. Anything less was unacceptable and a true embarrassment for the proprietor.
Mistress Natasha took great pride in providing the world’s finest lesbian slaves; nothing to her was more upsetting then having an unsatisfied customer. It was just terrible for business. In the extremely small world of ultra-wealthy lesbian slaveholders, bad news about defective or unsatisfactory merchandise traveled fast. It was exceptionally rare that Natasha received complaints, but when it did happen she addressed it immediately and with the most stringent methods imaginable. No girl had ever been back to Stonebriar for a third time.
But Natasha lived by the motto that the best way to eliminate problems is to prevent them from occurring in the first place. She has found that torturing girls in a brutal manner during their submission stage, even well after the given up, left an indelible mark on their psyche. One that was so strong that no matter how much they were mistreated by their new owners, they were far better off with them than if they were sent back to Stonebrair for “re-education.” This fact is something they will be reminded of many times during the training phase on Level 2.
This seven-day policy though has come under intense scrutiny because of the new additions to the facility. Because of the politically delicate nature of bringing two high school girls into Stonebriar, Natasha had thought it wise to lower the standards of surrender by a day. It was a minor concession on her part, done largely to keep the more squeamish staff members appeased. Many of them did not want to see these girls here at all, let alone punished for a lengthy amount of time. So the Mistress thought it best to move them into the chamber as soon as they agreed to it and then they would be taken down to the more docile area of Level two where the rules and punishments were slightly more relaxed.
Natasha and Dominique had met prior to that day’s session, as they did every day, and both agreed that it would be wise to ratchet up the level of intensity of the tortures on Susan. This was certainly nothing Dominique relished doing, but Natasha’s logic was very sound. The older women felt that a particularly brutal session, while being hard on both Susan and Dominique alike, would be preferable to a long drawn out struggle that would only make Susan suffer more over a longer period of time. If Dominique could break her today, then the rest would of her stay at Stonebriar would be that much easier, or so she thought.
Dominique entered punishment room 8D, which was a specially equipped cell featuring a number of suspension devices. Per usual Susan was completely naked and gagged. Susan had still never made direct eye contact with her sister, either because she herself was blindfolded or because Dominique wore a mask during their sessions, as she was now. In either case, it had managed to keep Dominique’s secret safe.
Susan was inside a “bondage frame”, which essential was rectangle made of heavy wood with cuffs at each end to secure both her wrists and ankles. At her midsection was an additional restraining device made of heavy leather and chains, which served to keep her from wiggling too much. The entire apparatus was suspended from the ceiling by a heavy-duty chain. This allowed the captor to have unlimited access to Susan’s body while easily shifting her body to a new position of vulnerability.
Dominique preferred that her sister be gagged, which was a change from most of the girls she handled. She generally liked to hear her captives scream, and would occasionally engage in dialogue with them during their sessions. But keeping her sister gagged and unable to communicate was done largely to ease Dominique’s tremendous sense of guilt. Any reasoning, logic or downright begging Susan may use in order to stop Dominique’s onslaught would be particularly difficult for Dominique to hear and she preferred to ignore it all together. She couldn’t stop now if she wanted to. This was something that she would never be able to explain and Susan would never be able to understand anyway. Dominique knew her day of reckoning was going to come soon, but she preferred to delay it as long as possible.
These past few days had taken a terrible toll on Susan’s body; she was obviously tired and completely worn down. But despite though now clearly visible marks on her sister, Dominique could see, for perhaps the first time, just how beautiful a girl her younger sister actually was. It was hard for her not to take moment and fully survey the girl in front of her. Susan was in nearly flawless shape, with not an ounce of fat on her body anywhere. Her legs and arms were perfectly toned, she had long flowing blond hair and the face of an angel. Perhaps her most outstanding feature was her big beautiful breasts, perhaps the finest she had ever seen at Stonebrair, on any girl of any age. They were large and full and stood high on her chest, a full 38DD. It was nearly impossible to believe that she was only sixteen. It was easy to see why everyone at Stonebriar had felt this girl was likely to fetch an enormous sum at the auction.
Dominique did not want to even fathom that now as she tried to get her mind focused again on the task at hand. That was becoming increasingly difficult as Susan’s big green eyes, now filling with tears, literally stared right through her. The older girl tried to pay her little sister no attention as she went to a table in the corner and grabbed the ubiquitous tit press. She walked behind Susan, not just because it was easier to attach that way, but also to avoid her laser like stares. She separated the slats, and took first one oversized breast, then the other and put them between the two wooden bars. Next she connected the ring on the upper bar with the ring on Susan slave collar, to provide additional support, finally she fasten the belt behind Susan belt to prevent it from coming off. Next she was ready to begin tightening the devilish apparatus.
Big breasted girls were always vulnerable to devices like these and Dominique used them as often as possible. Most girls hate having their breasts handled in a rough manner and big-titted girls like Susan were particularly sensitive to this. Few devices were as simple to use or as effective as a tit press for providing serious pain to breasts. Dominique, while still behind her Susan began turning the large wing nuts in a counterclockwise manner. Susan started to shudder more violently in the frame as the turning continued. Dominique wanted to stop, but then she thought of her conversation with Natasha just a few minutes before entering the room and twisted each screw twice more. Susan’s breathing became heavier and her motion more violent, but she was clearly not going anywhere while locked inside the frame.
Dominique stopped, but only to grab another painful device. These we called Japanese clover clamps. They were a special kind of nipple clamp, designed to get tighter each time the chain connecting them was pulled. Dom fastened them to Susan’s already aching nipples, now even larger then normal because her breasts were being compacted.
Susan was in excruciating pain as her sister used the electric winch to completely lower the entire frame to the cold floor. Susan was on her back when her older sister undid the chain over her head and attached it to a hook by her feet. She then pushed the button on the winch and raised the entire frame, this time though Susan was upside down, and was now in even worse agony as her throbbing breasts were drooping near her face. Her entire head was 2 feet off of the ground. She was disoriented as Dominque spun the frame around and around, causing Susan to feel increasingly dizzy and disoriented. Somehow she was able to see Dominique take a step ladder and set it up outside the radius of where she was spinning.
Dominique at last grabbed the frame and stopped Susan from spinning; and then she bent down to her knees and looked he sister in the face. “You know I don’t want to do what I am about to do, but you leave me no choice #473. You must submit to me! Please tell me you will?” All Susan did was shake her head violently.
“Very we’ll then. You leave me no choice.” Dominique climbed a few steps up the ladder. Now she was directly over her up-side-down sister with her outstretched and wide-open legs. On the top of the ladder, was a pullout tray, where cans of paint would normally be situated if one was about to paint a room. Today it held something much more sinister, an assortment of large candles, now burning brightly in glass cylinders, which served the dual purpose of both retaining heat and also collecting molten wax. With her left hand, Dominique steadied the wooden frame that housed the up-side-down Susan. She did this in order to position her sister better. With her right hand she took one of the candles and started pouring it directly onto her sister’s freshly shaven and unprotected cunt.
The pain was indescribable; Susan had never felt anything like it. She struggled wildly, shaking, twisting, turning, kicking, anything to get away from the searing onslaught. She had absolutely no leverage though, and ever if she had the older woman was bigger and stronger and far too experienced in performing this process to let some minor movements interfere with her work.
Dominique had done this procedure dozens of times to nearly every other girl who she had had to break, she never gave the horrible pain it caused another thought. This time it was different, seeing Susan scream like a mad woman, even through the gag was hard on her. But again she went back to her conversation with Natasha, “Make it hard on her so she will break quickly”. So without another moment’s hesitation grabbed another candle and continued coating Susan’s innocent pussy. The horrible wax now dripped in every direction, some of it even going down her equally unprotected ass.
Dominique waited a few minutes for Susan to try and compose herself. Normally this was one of her favorite torturing activities, but today she derived no pleasure from it. She hated more then anything to watch Susan writhe in agony, but it did not stop the heartless bitch. She continued, this time holding the candle mere inches from Susan’s cunt to let the wax trickle into any previously uncovered areas. The screams were louder this time; they always were when Dominique was this precise, but she paid no attention. She took the last of her four candles and held it high above her target, trying to splash a little of the wax into Susan’s anus, just to be sure.
Dominique climbed down the ladder and pulled it away, careful not to knock over the candles, lest they needed to be used again. They still contained a healthy amount of un-melted wax. She went over to the winch and lowered it to the ground, removed the heavy-duty chain from one end of the frame and attached it to the other, before raising it back up into the air and again suspending Susan a foot or so off the ground. This time the poor girl was now right side up.
Susan was now grateful for this minor allowance, as she could now regain her bearings. But that did little to change her predicament. Dominique had now taken a riding crop that was hanging from a wall and was now taking direct aim at her already blistered cunt. Before doing so however she yanked on the chain connecting the two nipple clamps, further tightening the diabolical little devices. The older woman, still hiding behind the heavy black mask, which completely obscured her face, didn’t even have the guts to look her in the eyes before she flailed away at Susan’s pussy. She violently whacked away at the wax, causing it to fly off in all directions as Susan howled away in agony. In a just a few short minutes it was over though, and Susan was at last able to catch her breath. Dominique casually went back to the wall and put back the crop, like a carpenter puts a tool away after a tough day’s work.
She went back to Susan, again avoiding eye contact, and walked behind her, kissing her gently on the neck. “I am so sorry I had to do that Susan”, she whispered quietly into her sister’s ear. Quietly enough she hoped that Natasha, would not hear her call her sister by name, a big taboo for the entire staff.
Susan herself was stunned. She did not really recognize the voice, as it had been so very long since she had actually spoken to her sister. She was more surprised that this brutal and mysterious woman had actually called her by her real name, the first time anyone had done that since she had arrived here.
Dominique started loosening the press; allowing the blood to flow back into Susan’s massive tits. This caused a sharp increase in pain, especially to the nipples, still throbbing from the Japanese clover clamps. “I want to take these off but Mistress won’t allow me,” Dominique motioned to the clamps. “I can’t take the gag out either.” She said almost apologetically. “I am going to come back here in 30 minutes, #473, I want you to think very carefully if you want this to go on,” she continued as she walked towards the door, “I want more the anything for this to stop, but I can’t until you decide it does.”
Dominique closed the door leaving Susan still naked, gagged, framed, and hanging off the ground and worse confused. Was this some kind of psychological ploy she wondered? Why was this woman all of a sudden acting so concerned about her? The light soon went off, leaving her with her thoughts in total darkness.
Natasha was waiting right outside the door, again offering words of encouragement to her trusted employee. She needed badly to keep Dominique focused on this most delicate task. The young employee was performing so well and was getting close to winning her trust and more importantly her sought after promotion; it would be a shame to have a slip up now.
“Do you think she will cave in?” Natasha asked her point blank.
“I don’t know Mistress, this session usually works, but my sister has proven to be much tougher than I thought. I don’t know how much more I can take doing this, let alone her.”
Natasha hated to hear those words of doubt, but it was certainly understandable in this type of situation. She put her hand on Dominique’s shoulder, “be strong my dear, be strong for both of you, this is not easy for either one of you but there is no turning back now, Susan must succumb. If you don’t think that you can handle it then just let me know, I will understand. Commandant Teresa can finish the job.”
The thought of that scared Dominique more then anything, and Natasha knew it. The younger protégé had worked too hard at her job for too long to blow this opportunity now; she wanted to run Stonebriar more then anything in the world. Giving up on the submission process of her sister she knew would cost her that job, as she was sure that Natasha would never trust her again. On top of that she could not bear the thought of that animal, Teresa, defiling her sister in unimaginable ways to get her to break. No, she would soldier on and finish the job.
“Don’t worry Mistress, I won’t let you down.”
Natasha smiled and walked away, knowing that her little psychological trick had worked perfectly.
Dominique walked back into the room, turned the lights on and saw Susan just hanging there limply, obviously passed out. Her sweat-covered hair was strewn all across her face; it took everything in her power not to release her and just hold her in her arms. Instead Dominique simply nudged her awake and whispered into her ear, “Please tell me that you have had enough #473, I want this to end just as much as you do.”
It took a moment, but the still very groggy Susan simply shook her head defiantly. She wouldn’t give in, she couldn’t. Her faith would carry her through this dark time, it always did. Somehow she held out hope that she would be rescued. She prayed every night for it. She knew she could endure any pain to her body as long as she held onto some glimmer of hope. She looked the masked woman in the face and again yelled “No” through the gag.
Dominique was crestfallen. Now what she wondered? Her hopes for a speedy conclusion to her sister’s suffering were dashed and now she had to get back to work. Normally a defiant girl would have excited her as it only meant she could roll out increasingly excessive tortures. That was not the case here; instead she shook her head at the younger girl’s foolish decision and began to screw the nasty tit press back into place. Susan was wide awake now and could only moan through the ball gag. The nipple clamps were next and Susan was sure they were on tighter then before, or maybe it was just that her tits were still sore, either way they hurt like hell, as Dominique pulled extra hard on the chain.
Next the older girl went to a cabinet to retrieve a special kind of plastic wrap; one with a heavier grade of film then typically was available at a store. She proceeded to wrap her sister from head to toe in it, except for her tits. She put an extra layer over the cunt. The wrap over the entire body served no purpose, except to scare the victim into thinking something much worse was coming. In reality only the film on the cunt really mattered. It was thick enough to prevent the wax from melting through and causing any additional damage to Susan’s ultra-valuable virgin pussy. But not so thick that she wouldn’t feel the bitter sting of the molten wax on her now very tender cunt.
Rather then keep her upside down this time, Dominique attached an extra chain to the clamp at the foot of the wooden frame and then proceeded to winch Susan up so she hung parallel to the floor, about three feet off the ground. Once in position Dominique proceeded to cover her sister’s pussy in wax again. The screaming, even with the gag firmly in place, was hard to ignore. On and on she went, pausing only to splash some onto Susan’s compacted and throbbing tits. Only when the melted wax was gone from the cylinders did Dominique finally speak.
“Please let me stop, she was practically begging her sister. It can all end right now Susan, just nod your head.”
She didn’t need to, even with the gag in her mouth, Dominique could see her mutter a “No”. The frustrated older girl simply left the room and slammed the door.
Chapter 16
Missy had just been returned to her cell after undergoing another horrifying day of torture herself at the hands of Commandant Teresa when Susan was literally dumped onto her cot by several of the guards. Somehow the pretty redhead managed to crawl to the bars separating the cells and whispered to Susan.
“Can you hear me?” she said under her breath, trying carefully to get Susan’s attention without catching the ears of the omnipresent guards who were likely listening or watching them on the closed circuit cameras.
This was the first time in a week that neither one of them had a gag in their mouths and she was anxious to talk to engage in dialogue with her best friend.
Missy and Susan were housed in the only two cells at Stonebriar that were separated by steel bars; all of the other girls were kept in solitary confinement, identical to those in maximum security prisons. In that case, no outside contact was possible with anyone except with their captors. This was done to increase their sense of complete and total isolation and hopelessness. It was felt this would hasten their ultimate capitulation.
The two cells where Missy and Susan were kept were specifically installed some years back so Mistress Natasha could use them to more easily break down two sisters that had been guests of Stonebriar. But since that time she had found these twin cells to be particularly effective in allowing her to employ her vast assortment of psychological tricks on her captives. Because these particular young girls were best friends, another golden opportunity presented itself to take advantage of these specialized cells.
Missy continued to attempt to awaken her friend until at last Susan heard her voice. Despite her weakened condition she managed to crawl over to Missy and the two held each other’s hands tightly through the bars. Tears flowed freely as the girls attempted to soothe each other.
“Who are these people Susan and why are they doing this to us?”
“It’s my fault Missy, it’s me they were after and you got caught up in it, it’s all my fault, I am so sorry.” Susan stammered, before releasing a fresh set of tears.
“No it’s not honey, please don’t blame yourself.” Missy more then anything wanted to pry her way through the cold steel and hold her friend, to calm her and tell her to hang on. She knew better then anyone that Susan was as sexually innocent as anyone there, and if they were doing to her friend what was being done to her then it must have been horrible.
As hard as it was for them to talk about, the two girls discussed all of the dreadful punishments that they each had to endure, each girl clutching the other as tightly as possible. It was apparent though that the sassy tart Missy had been dealt the worst of it. She had been anally penetrated for the first time that day as Commandant Teresa had donned a strap-on.
“It was horrible Susan, that bitch bent me over a sawhorse and fastened both my wrists and ankles to the wooden legs, and then she made me suck that dildo thing before she rammed it into my ass. It hurt so much Susan, I just screamed and screamed but she wouldn’t stop, she just pulled it out and laughed at me before doing it again. I hate them Susan, I hate them with every fiber of my being. I want to kill that bitch Teresa, but I can’t ever get free. They never give me a moment to lash out at her.”
Missy’s anger was boiling over now, and Susan had to calm her down so the guards did not come in and break them up. Who knew when or even if they would ever have another chance to talk?
“How are you holding up?” A now somewhat more relaxed Missy inquired.
“I’m OK. They have not done anything like that to me, they have not tried to force their way inside me yet. Thank God!”
Missy did not want to say anything, but she was pretty sure that their captors knew Susan was a virgin and they were no doubt “saving” her from something much more sinister.
“But I have been whipped constantly and today they poured boiling wax on my pussy.” Susan started balling again as she had to relieve that pain all over.
“Oh God Susan!!!! I am so sorry. These people are animals. We’ll get away from them I promise, and then they will all go to prison for life.”
Neither girl really believed that though, but it sounded good and caused Susan to smile for the first time since their abduction. Despite the tough talk Missy was the one who was much closer to giving in. Yes she was subjected to the more extreme punishments handed out by Commandant Teresa, but in reality she was not the hard nosed chick that she pretended to be when she was in high school. Back in those days Missy relished being known as the rebellious girl who frequently drank alcohol, smoked a good deal of pot and engaged in frequent sexual activities. In reality though she when it came to dealing with pain she was a pushover. She knew that come tomorrow she was the one who was mostly likely to surrender herself over to them.
Susan on the other hand, the pretty, but shy girl who proudly proclaimed her virginity to all was proving to be the tougher nut to crack. She had faith that somehow, in some way she would get out of there. Faith, as Mistress Natasha had seen many times before, often proved to be the toughest thing of all to break. And that unfortunate fact would complicate things immensely for all of the key players at Stonebriar.
The two girls held each other tightly and even tried to share an awkward kiss through the bars, but it was of no use. Instead the both laid on the cold floor and tried to comfort each other.
Susan looked over at Missy. They had known each other for so long now she could practically read her friend’s mind. Susan, better than anyone, knew that the “tough chick” persona was just an act so she gently whispered to her friend: “It’s OK Missy; you can stop fighting them now. You don’t need to play the hard-ass role for me any longer. Just give them what they want; whatever happens after next can’t possibly be any worse than this.”
Missy was surprised to hear this but ever so grateful. “I want to be strong for you Susan, you are my best friend. I don’t want to let you down.”
“You could never let me down Missy, you have been my best friend forever and you always will be.”
The two girls finally drifted off to sleep, holding each other’s hands for maybe the last time. For Missy though, her sleep was a little more restful, she had a dream of Susan’s naked body lying against her own after a passionate night of lovemaking. Sadly though this was as close to the dream as she was going to get.
Chapter 17
The morning began in the usual way, with the girls being taken down to the prep room for their morning shave. Their seemed to be no ramifications from the guards despite them finding the girls on their respective cell floors holding each other. Even the heartless bitches that they all were had some compassion for the tender scene played out from the night before. How much so Missy and Susan had no idea. The morning pussy shaving was a ritual that each and every girl had to undergo every day on Level One. It served so many purposes; it was humiliating to the girls as it reinforced just how little they were in control of their own bodies, and most importantly it provided a “clean slate” for the staff to work with. Many of the procedures involved vaginal punishment and torture, and pubic hair only interfered with the effectiveness of these activities. In addition Natasha found the hair to be unsightly and bothersome, hence the mandatory shavings. She had instituted this policy from the earliest days of Stonebriar’s opening and she was rightly proud of the fact that most women, at least in the magazines she looked at, had clean-shaven cunts. Natasha, in fact, considered herself somewhat of a pioneer.
What really benefited Missy and Susan, as compared to the other girls there, was that Natasha had them shaved with normal, over the counter shaving creams. The other girls were subjected to either very hot shaves or equally painful icy ones on a daily basis. This was another of the concessions she had made to her staff to keep them “on-board” with this whole plan of taking and processing of these younger girls in the first place. Always at the back of her mind was the constant fear that someone on the staff would be so appalled with what was going on that they would engineer an escape for one of the girls or worse, make an attempt to contact the authorities which could bring the entire operation down.
Once finished, Missy and Susan were taken from their tables, chained and kept fully nude and then finally placed on dollies to be wheeled into a “treatment” room. Yet another degrading process, being wheeled around like a piece of meat. Oddly though, only Susan was gagged.
Before being unfastened a guard took cans of what looked like spray paint and hosed down each of the girl’s breasts and pussies with separate cans. There was no visible color so the girls were only left to guess what was to happen next. Suspended from the ceiling were two 5-foot long or so wooden poles with sets of wrist cuffs attached at each end. The girls were removed from the dollies and fastened to the parallel bars by the wrists while facing each other. Next wooden bars with identical cuffs were placed between each of their legs and their ankles were fastened to the cuffs. The girls, despite hanging separately, were connected by a very small chain between the two upper poles, which served to force Missy and Susan’s naked bodies to touch each other.
Before leaving the room, the guards winched the girls up so they dangled a foot or so off of the ground. Next they turned out the lights and left, leaving the girls in total darkness. Now it was very obvious what the paint was for. The girl’s tits and shaved cunts were now completely illuminated by ultraviolet paint. Susan’s large tits, now glowing with a reddish hue easily dwarfed the smaller B cup sized ones of her older friend, now painted a bright blue. Missy had always been jealous, even envious of her much better endowed friend, but now she was relieved, as it was quite obvious that their breasts were now going to become the focus for whatever awful torture awaited them and she was happy she had the smaller targets.
Meanwhile out in the hallway Natasha was with both Commandant Teresa and Dominique. The two rivals rarely worked together and were curious as to what the exact nature of their business was today.
“Ladies, in that room awaits our two latest additions, #473 and #474. I have had them painted and suspended from the ceiling for your convenience. I would like to see you two try and work together for a change, maybe learn how each other operates and hopefully learn from one another. Remember ladies, just because you are contenders for my job you should never lose sight of the fact that we are all on the same team.”
The two women forced awkward smiles at each other, just enough to avoid drawing the ire of Mistress Natasha.
“Good, we have a lot of work to do today. Dominique, just to fill you in, our hidden microphones picked up a discussion between the two girls last night. It indicated that #474 was just about ready to give in; I do not think she can hold out any longer. She is brave girl, but it is time for her to succumb. I would like you to start with her, she is the one painted in blue. For you Teresa, #473 has proved a tougher nut to crack then we anticipated. I would like you to work some of your magic on her.”
She handed each of the women one of the newest weapons in their arsenal. They were cat o’nine tails. But not your garden-variety models, these were specially designed with electrified tips on the end, little zappers that delivered voltage when they came into contact with skin. No one strand was particularly powerful, but all nine hitting the same spot simultaneously could deliver a painful jolt. To make the devices even more intimidating, the tails were made of fiber optic cable, which allowed them to glow a bright, frightening green.
This turn of events immediately made Dominique nervous. Natasha had promised that she and she alone would be allowed to “work” on Susan and now that animal Teresa was going to flail away at her sister. What could she do though? She didn’t dare say anything in front of Teresa for fear of her discovering the truth and being even more violent with Susan.
Inside the room, Missy and Susan tried to swing into each other, if only to feel the warmth of each other’s bodies. Missy, who was un-gagged, whispered words of encouragement to Susan. But really it should have been the other way around. Missy was scared out of her mind and Susan could hear the fear in her friend’s voice. She wanted so much to tell her companion it was OK to surrender to them, their was no point in letting additional pain be inflicted to her body just for Susan’s sake. But the gag of course muffled any attempts at speaking to her friend.
Missy tried desperately to swing her knee in order to touch Susan’s exposed pussy. She didn’t know if or when she would get a better chance to touch something that she had wanted to for such a long time. This is what she wanted so badly to taste with her mouth only a week ago and she now wondered if Susan was regretting turning her offer down.
“I want so bad to touch it Susan,” she whispered, referring to her friend’s cunt. “After everything they have done to both of us you deserve it.” Susan really wasn’t interested though. She held steadfast in her beliefs that lesbian contact of any kind was sinful, no matter the circumstances. But she was unable to do anything to stop her friend. The wooden bar between Missy’s legs prevented her from lifting her leg high enough anyway to do anything, so that put a stop to the proceedings anyway.
Outside in the hall, Natasha was growing impatient and was now ready to go in. She handed the two women pairs of night vision goggles, put one on herself and opened the door. Teresa walked in, but before Dominique could follow her Natasha grabbed her wrist. “Don’t worry my dear, I won’t let this go too far, I know what I promised you, but I am doing this more for Teresa’s benefit than anything else. She is jealous that you got the beautiful young girl all to yourself. I agreed to let her have a turn with Susan in exchange for her watching you do your work on Missy, she needs to see that brute force is not always the answer and who better to deliver that message than you?”
Dominique nodded, happy with the compliment but still unhappy with what was going to go on, but there was little she could do about it. At least the sessions with these devices would be short, only 5 minutes.
Whips and cats were used sparingly at Stonebriar because they often left marks that were unsightly and took a long time to heal. That was clearly not good for business. Natasha never allowed full arm swinging no matter how incorrigible the girl was; there were always other ways of achieving your objective she told them. Teresa in particular had to be watched carefully with such a device in her hand. Her nasty demeanor and hot temper often caused her to go overboard and in no way did Dominique want to see that happen today with her little sister’s body being the recipient of the blows. That may have been the real reason why Natasha was in the room, as she had nearly as many motives as Dominique to see that Susan was not overly brutalized.
Natasha closed the door, rendering the room in absolute darkness.
“Don’t we have some inviting targets here?” Natasha asked mockingly. I have a treat for you two girls this morning. I have my two best people in here with me, Commandants Teresa and Dominique. I figured I would give each of you girls a little variety to see what the other is missing.”
“Fuck off you bitch!” Missy screamed.
Natasha only laughed; she heard that response a lot and never took it personally, lest it cloud her judgment. She was well aware that these girls had no outlet for their frustrations. Constant unrelenting abuse to their bodies would cause anyone to act that way she reasoned, no sense in letting it get her riled up. This was a discipline that she hoped one day Teresa would master but she highly doubted it.
Natasha took a small step stool from the corner of the room and put it next to the two dangling girls. She forced a small object, no larger then a cigarette lighter, into each of their hands.
The bright glow from the ultraviolet paint cast just enough radiance onto Natasha’s face to allow the girls to see how truly frightening she looked in the goggles. Her wicked smile made her even that much scarier.
“What I have given each of you girls is a special light. When you push the end with your thumb it will cast a bright orange light. This will be your signal to us to stop the punishment. Once you push it you will be asked if you are sincere in your decision. If you indeed are you will be released and taken back to your cell. Madam Hardings will be waiting for you there. In her hand will be the contract that she has been discussing with you girls from the first day you came here. You will be asked to sign it, thereby surrendering yourself completely to us. This nightmare will be over and we can commence the phase of beginning your transformation into permanent lesbian enslavement.”
“Girls, I know it is a difficult decision, but the punishments will not stop until you surrender. Believe me I am sorry it has come to this, but we need to move you along in this process there are other girls waiting to be converted and we can no longer afford to tie up assets breaking you.”
Natasha hated to resort to mundane talk of business jargon, but facts were facts. Stonebriar was losing money each and every day that these girls refused to capitulate past their allowed time.
The two girls were scared to death now. Whatever was going to happen next was likely to be the worst thing to happen to them yet. The both started sobbing uncontrollably. Natasha walked over between them, and gently caressed their inner thighs. She stopped for a moment and palmed each of their cunts. “I don’t want to hurt these any more, please surrender them to me. I promise you Level Two will be so much easier.”
Natasha, with her goggles on, saw each of them shake their heads.
“Very well then, before we commence today’s session let me remind you of the consequences if either of you, for whatever reason, decide to push the button and then not sign the contract later in your cell. You will be immediately sent back into this room to face this punishment again, for hours on end, no matter how much beg us to stop and plead to sign the contract. Do I make myself clear?” Her voice was rising now, in anger, or so the girls thought. Her tone was just for effect and to increase the girls’ level of terror. The other threat was a bluff too, Natasha would never allow this particular punishment to go on for longer then five minutes, but the girls of course had no way of knowing that.
Dominique and Teresa each pushed the button at the end of the handle of their cats. The grisly instruments each lit up with a green neon glow. The two women circled around their respective prey as Natasha stepped backwards in order to give her employees plenty of room in which to work. Teresa began first, immediately beginning with a series of lashes to Susan’s tender ass. Susan pressed herself forward, directly into Missy’s body in an attempt to get away from the blows. Missy was not unhappy with feeling the naked body Susan against her, even in these incredible circumstances. She tried to block the pain out and to think back to the time a few years ago when she first saw Susan naked as she stepped out of the shower at her house.
Those pleasant thoughts quickly evaporated as Dominique, not wanting to be shown up by Teresa, lashed away even harder at Missy’s creamy ass. Soon the two young girls, twisting from the ceiling and spinning around, were awkwardly squishing their naked bodies against one another. Only the repeated cries of Missy broke the silence, her mind focused only on dealing with the pain being inflicted on her ass.
Teresa, clearly delighted at having one of her rival’s girl’s to work with, next began a vicious onslaught on Susan’s juicy tits. With her goggles on Dominique could see the pain and anguish on Susan’s face as her large, tender breasts absorbed repeated blows from the nasty whipping device. Teresa was an expert with this, holding a tit with one hand and twirling her opposite wrist so the nine tails of the cat repeatedly struck the same spot, causing terrible pain. Even without the tiny electric jolts this was a brutal torment.
Dominique was panicky now; it wouldn’t be long now before Teresa made her way between Susan’s legs and attacked her sister’s virgin cunt with the hideous instrument. She felt the only way to stop this process now was to get Missy to capitulate, and hope that Natasha would intervene and end the proceedings for both girls. Thinking even further ahead, Dominique hoped that she herself could go back to working exclusively with her sister, and bring her to the chamber in a way that she felt was more humane.
Dominique took her cat o’ nine tails and stood directly behind the hanging redhead. But instead of continuing to lash Missy’s ass she swung it from behind, up underneath her legs and allowed the whip ends to make contact with Missy’s exposed cunt. She did this slowly, so the electrified tails would spend more time in contact with the ultra vulnerable area. This was a marked contrast to Teresa, who preferred speed and relentless slashing with her victim. Missy could only cry out and scream in agony, her lone voice echoing throughout the empty room. Next she grabbed the flailing girl by the leg, in order to stabilize her, while turning the cat around so she had a firm grip on the handle. Dominique positioned it right over Missy’s puckered asshole. She held it there for a moment and waited for Missy to quiet down.
“Give me what I want bitch,” Dominique screamed at the helpless girl, “Or I will jam this fucking thing up your ass right now!” She had read the report from yesterday, that Missy had her first anal penetration with Teresa, and surmised that the young girl would not want to go through that pain again.
Missy could not bear the thought of a repeat of yesterday, she had taken everything that had been thrown at her, but this was too much. She looked over at Susan, barely able to see her face in the darkness and herself being tortured by an equally diabolical bitch, and thought about holding out longer. But what was the point? Her body could not take any more, they had broken her. She pressed the button in her hand, she barely even realized the tiny device was still there, and then the room filled with a bright orange light.
“I am so sorry Susan!” Missy screamed out. “I can’t take it anymore.” Missy was sobbing hysterically now, even as Dominique removed the whip handle from the opening of her ass. Natasha walked over and stopped the very disappointed Teresa from continuing her assault on Susan. Next she flipped on some very soft background lights, giving them all enough time to remove their night vision goggles and for the two hysterical girls to get acclimated to their surroundings.
Natasha walked over Missy and gave her a quick kiss on her aching cunt. “Thank you my dear, I know that was difficult on you, but the hard part is over now. I will see you in the morning so we can begin your preparations for the chamber. And you my friend”, she said focusing her attention on Susan now, “You are proving to be a much tougher nut to crack then I ever imagined.” She also gave Susan a kiss on her tender little twat. “But let’s see how well you hold up tomorrow with your friend gone!” Natasha gave an evil little laugh and she and the two commandants exited the room.
Outside four orderlies were obediently waiting. These were the grunt people on the staff that did most of the mundane tasks like moving the girls between cells and torture rooms, taking care of the elaborate bondage procedures, suspension work, etc., all of the things that Natasha had to do when she and Dr. Olga were just starting out and could not afford to hire anybody. That is why she treated all of them with such deference, knowing how hard their job was, yet how essential it was too. It was these junior level women that allowed her and the upper management at Stonebrair to spend more time on the big picture issues.
She gave orders to the leader of this group; “Take #473 back to her cell, but bathe her first, I want that fluorescent paint off of her by the morning. As for #474, summon Madam Hardings and tell her to bring a contract. We have another one that is ready for the chamber.”
“Congratulations Ladies!” The head orderly said to all three of them, a pleasing smile on her face.
Dominique and Teresa both nodded.
“Dominique I would like you to take a look at something in my office.” Natasha asked as much as she ordered.
“Yes Mistress.” She followed her down the hallway as Teresa sulked off and went back to her own much smaller office. It was another frustrating day for her. She had wished for more time with the hot young sixteen year old, didn’t get it, and now Natasha was going back to her office with her hated rival. Nothing upset her more then the thought of the two of them spending time together. She was like an elementary school student who thought she was the teacher’s pet, but there was someone else the teacher clearly liked better. It drove her crazy. She would now have no choice to take out her frustrations on one of her other girls.
Meanwhile back in Natasha’s office, Dominique was motioned to take a seat beside Natasha.
“How are you holding up honey?” The Mistress asked tenderly.
“Truthfully it is much harder than I thought Mistress, and seeing Teresa do that to Susan was very difficult.”
“I know it was my dear, and I promise not to spring any more surprises like that on you. This whole ordeal is hard enough as it is on you without me pulling those kinds of stunts. She is your sister Dominique, and you can handle her anyway that you want. No one else will touch her again but you, I promise. I just did this to mix things up a little bit, to let each of these girls see what the other had to deal with. And it worked perfectly Dominique. It was your threat of what you were going to do to Missy that caused her to submit, not the actual action. Everybody wins this way, less pain and damage to Missy and a learning experience for Teresa. And room for a new girl that is coming in tomorrow.”
This always brought a smile to Dominique’s face. She loved it when new girls were brought into Stonebriar. She loved watching the expressions on the girls when they first found out what awaited them at Stonebriar. That would never get tiresome for her. She loved to see the looks on their faces when Madam Harding s first told them what was going on, what would happen to them and how. She loved seeing the reality set in when their pussies were shaved for the first time. That’s when it hit home for most of the girls, that this was no joke but a very real experience. Thinking of that was a pleasant distraction from dealing with the very real situation with her sister.
Natasha handed her the folder on the new girl while she continued. “I have an idea Dominique, one I think you are going to like. Let’s back off a bit on Susan, let’s put the new girl in Missy’s soon to be vacated cell, and give your sister a chance to befriend her. Now that Missy will be gone, Susan can take a more objective look at the situation and hopefully see that this new girl will be broken, just like all the others. With a bit of luck Susan will begin to question her own desire to fight on. Maybe this way if she sees another girl succumb she too will stop fighting us. Just like you Dominique I don’t want to hurt her. She is so young and so beautiful and I want her to be as pure as possible for the auction, don’t you?”
It was a rhetorical question but Natasha wanted to make sure one of her most important employees was still on board with their secret little arrangement. More importantly, it would play into Natasha’s secret plan for Susan, while not affecting her relationship with her subordinate. Natasha had many surreptitious agendas and the one she had for Susan, if exposed, could shatter her relationship with Dominique forever.
Dominique lifted her head up and managed a little smile. “Yes Mistress, I want to make this as easy as possible for her too.”
Natasha breathed a silent sigh of relief; she certainly did not want any complications now. “Good, let’s take a look at our newest guest then.”
Dominique put the folder on the table and the two women poured through the contents. Inside were some photographs of a striking blonde girl. Dominique smiled, she loved young blondes.
“She will be arriving tomorrow evening, her name is Tiffany Winston. She is a 19-year-old girl from Galveston, Texas. She is just the kind of girl you like Dominique, busty and blonde. From what our operatives have been able to gather, she may rival your sister from a purity standpoint. Sadly, we don’t think she is a virgin, but at the very least has had very few sexual contacts. She goes to a community college down there and works part-time as a waitress in a family restaurant. I hope you’ll like her.”
“I am sure I will Mistress, I look forward to her arrival.”
“Good.” Natasha answered and pattered her friend on the leg. “Because I want to take your mind off of everything I have another surprise for you, waiting back in your room.” Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and head back there?”
“Thank you Mistress, I will go right now.” She planted her customary kiss on Natasha’s cheek and exited her office.
Dominique waked the long hallway to the elevator and inserted her special key into the lock as well as entered her pin code to activate the elevator. She took it up to the main floor and walked the two flights of steps up to her private chamber.
Chapter 18
From the outsider’s perspective, Stonebriar looked like just another old building that needed a bit of upkeep in the largely uninhabited forests of central California. First built in the 1930’s with a healthy dose of government money, Stonebrair was designed as a very large complex to house the large numbers of people in the state deemed to be clinically insane. In those days it was socially appropriate to keep those kinds of people separated from the general population. When times became more enlightened the state shuttered the facility and moved its inhabitants to other locations.
The building had decayed over time somewhat, but the strong construction codes at the time it was built left the structure amazingly well intact. When Natasha first dreamed of opening a facility of this kind in the early 1990’s she could never have imagined her luck in stumbling upon this place. Its remote location was perfect for what she needed and a closer look at the premises caused her to fall in love with the place the moment she inspected it more closely.
The place had everything a budding lesbian slave-training entrepreneur would want; a remote location that showed up on few state maps. A highly secure building designed to keep people in, and others out. It had a 12-foot high stonewall that ringed the entire perimeter of the compound, with only one gate in and out, and even that entrance had an equally high steel gate protecting it. The state of California was all too happy to get this monstrosity off of its “non-performing assets” ledger and back onto its tax rolls, so they sold it to Natasha’s off-shore LLC for a song. The agent that sold it to her was completely befuddled as to why anyone would pay even a nickel for such a remote and desolate eyesore, but she was happy with the commission nonetheless.
In the early days of buying and renovating the building, Natasha required a good amount of construction and labor people to be on her property for the massive renovations that the place needed. Many wondered what was going on and a few even asked her direct questions about her plans for the property. Natasha simply said that she and her fellow believers need a place to meditate in peace away from a society that they all had rejected. She then asked if any of them would be interested in learning more about their group and possibly joining it. That tended to end the questions quickly and Natasha only smiled at the obvious discomfort of the inquisitors. The questions soon stopped and the laborers went back to work just happy to have jobs in such a financially strapped part of the state.
The above ground part of Stonebriar was four stories tall and had enough space to accommodate 50 people living there full time. The entire workforce was housed above ground with the rooms on the top floors being reserved for upper level staff people only. But the real secrets of Stonebriar lay in the vast underground basements of the facility. That was the real reason that Natasha had purchased the building. The hidden rooms below ground were ideal for her needs. Down below the surface, unseen from above, were multiple floors filled with a vast assortment of prison like cells and solitary confinement chambers. In addition there were many other rooms that could be easily converted into what she would need them for. Best of all the entryways to the secret basements were easily concealed from anyone that happened to be in the main part of the building. Even the most astute of architects, or even professional sleuths like the police, would have been unlikely to discover them.
Security, even in her earliest days of owning Stonebriar, was always first and foremost in Natasha’s mind. These hidden catacombs would ultimately serve two purposes she felt, preventing escape for the unfortunate occupants housed below, and more importantly detection by unwelcome visitors from above. Any undesirable guests, like the police for example coming with a search warrant, would never discover the secret entrance to the floors below. For some odd reason they were not even on the original blueprints, which were now exclusively in Natasha’s possession anyway! Even the unwitting real estate agent who first showed her the property was completely unaware of them herself.
Once Natasha had completely remodeled the entire building, and upgraded the security systems, she relied heavily on her partner Dr. Olga to provide the help needed in refurbishing the all-important underground basements. These basements were actually entire underground floors containing a total of over 200 rooms. Only she and Dr. Olga knew the exact number of secret floors and hidden chambers. The first three sub basements were collectively referred to by all staff people as “Level One”. It was here that the new girls were first brought and housed in one of 24 separate solitary confinement rooms. These three floors, known officially as sub basements 1, 2 and 3, contained a variety of torture areas, specialized equipment zones, meeting rooms, offices, etc. The one and only purpose of Level One staffers was to break the girls and move them down to Level Two. The stays for the girls on Level One lasted anywhere from a one-week minimum to an all time record of 41 days. For obvious reasons, the girls tended to dislike Level One much more than Level Two.
The next three floors down (sub basements 4, 5 and 6) were known collectively as “Level Two”. It was here that the girls were taken immediately after their conversion in Dr. Olga’s chamber. Here the new lesbians were taught and trained in the arts of Sapphic slavery and servitude. Punishments here tended to be more mild and infrequent but were not totally eliminated, so as to keep the girls properly “motivated”. Life on these three floors, for the most part, was much easier for the slaves. The girls were generally kept in any of three-dozen individual cells, but under far less demanding and isolated conditions as found on Level One. These floors contained a number of classrooms, a large auditorium, labs and other general learning areas. Also present were multiple corrective areas where girls who did not, or chose not to, learn properly their curriculums were taken for immediate remedial actions. On the opposite extreme though were areas designated for particularly obedient girls, these rooms included an exercise room, a small theatre and other forms of relaxation. Stays on Level 2 ranged anywhere from 60 days up to 5 months, depending on how their training was progressing and calendar quirks.
It was down here, in the vast underground complex of Stonebriar, that Natasha spent the bulk of her $15,000,000 inheritance, which was left to her by her crazy aunt many years ago. To properly outfit these rooms, Dr. Olga’s old KGB contacts were brought in from overseas. Many of these people were recently out of work, and with the government changing hands, were happy to be doing something again that paid cold hard cash. Almost two-dozen of them were flown in to work night and day refurbishing this vast estate. These were people that specialized in everything from outfitting torture chambers with the latest available gear to installing the most up-to-date high tech security and locking systems. No expense was spared to completely clean and upgrade every inch of the new Stonebriar. Natasha reasoned that if she was really going to go through with a scheme as crazy as this she might as well make sure it was done right in the first place. Everything there was state-of-the-art technology for the early 1990’s and now most of it had been updated several times since then.
To provide an extra level of security when dealing with all of these unknown workers, Natasha had insisted that they be brought in on bus with no windows, so none of them had any real idea of where they were. These were people that tended not to ask questions in the first place, especially when being paid in cash, but better to be safe than sorry. It took many months, and it nearly bankrupted her in the process, but it was done and open for business in early 1992.
Chapter 19
Dominique had now managed to get back to her room, actually it was a suite, one befitting of someone with such a high-ranking position at Stonebriar. Upon opening the door she was treated to a little surprise. Waiting for her in the middle of the room, fastened to a steel post was her old nemesis #465, Isabella the beautiful 20 year-old from Italy. These two had quite a battle of wills a week or so ago that ended with the brunette’s capitulation just before the forced insertion of the ice dildo. The girl was a thing of beauty, flawless body, well-proportioned hips, ass and breasts and long flowing brown hair that was now kept in a ponytail, just as Dominique liked.
She was wearing nothing except for a tight black latex bra and equally tight black latex
Panties, which hugged the chastity belt underneath tightly. All girls brought to these rooms were gagged despite the fact each and every room was soundproofed. It was felt that the trainers often time wanted complete silence when returning from their difficult days at work and they tended to prefer not to have to engage in conversation for a while, if at all.
#465 was kept on short leash, connected to her slave collar, which in turn was secured to the top of the metal post, which were an accessory built into the middle of every upper level staff person’s room. Girls were left here, as opposed to the bed, as they were immediately noticed by their captors and more importantly were not able to get in a comfortable position, having to stand there for what may be hours. This left them plenty of time to think about how they were going to please their mistress for the evening.
To compound #465’s discomfort, her arms were stretched out behind her and kept together in a tight arm binder. A fiendish little piece of bondage gear designed to lock the arms together in a single leather sleeve. 4 buckles kept movement to a minimum and its very design made it uncomfortable for the submissive to keep her head up, So Isabella kept it down, as a good slave should anyway.
Dominique, for her part, was surprised to see #465 in her chambers so soon after being moved down to Level Two. Two weeks, minimum, was almost always the rule of thumb before any slave was taken out of the basements and into the main building for the “pleasuring sessions” of the upper staff people. Commandant Burke, the head trainer on Level Two, felt the girls needed at least that much time of intensive training before they were ready to begin properly servicing their high ranking captors. Natasha must have insisted upon this rule being waved, perhaps as a reward for the extremely difficult situation Dominique was having with Susan. Regardless of the reason Dominique was quite pleased at what was now available to her.
Traditionally there was always a battle between the five or six top ranking officers at Stonebriar as to who would get the first crack at the newly minted lesbian slave girls. She was certain that Isabella was about to have her first lesbian sexual experience, whether she liked it or not. Judging by the look on her face, she wasn’t going to like it.
Dominique was in no hurry though to have her fun. Instead she wandered around her room, paying absolutely no attention to the girl waiting there for her. She checked the monitors for a live look in at the other slaves she was currently tending to, much like a supervisor would look out the plant window at the factory floor. This was a routine she followed every time she retired to her private quarters. Next was a snack of cookies and milk. Dominique lingered over this as much for her own satisfaction as it was to taunt Isabella, who likely had enjoyed little to eat since her incarceration there.
Food to the girls was given out judiciously, there was no point in starving them, they were fed enough to provide daily sustenance, but little more. Most of these girls ate very little anyway as they were in peak shape even before being brought into Stonebriar. Small portions though cut costs for Natasha, and more importantly kept the girls in top physical condition for the all-important quarterly auction.
After her light nibble, Dominique retired to her bathroom for a long hot shower, another daily ritual after a demanding day. In a few weeks Isabella or another slave of her choice would be joining her for this activity, but not just yet. She was clearly not properly trained for that activity yet. Now freshly showered she changed into something more suited for work then relaxation, a leather corset, tight latex panties and thigh high boots. She wanted to provide a fresh reminder to #465 that despite the more relaxed environment, she was still be in charge.
She grabbed a trusty riding crop and approached the slave, tapping her gently on the ass.
“Hello again #465, how are you?”
Isabella could only nod.
“I am so glad that we are able to be reunited, I have missed you and thought about you often. I hope you are not still angry with me.”
No motion from Isabella. Yes she was still angry but of what use would it be to show it now? She just waited and hoped that Commandant Dominique would remove this awful gag and equally uncomfortable thing around her arms.
For Dominique, this was always an awkward time. She would spend day after day brutalizing beautiful young women into submission and only a few weeks later these same women were sent to her suite to sexually pleasure her. It was bizarre to say the least. The girls always complied, even if they didn’t want to, they lustily obeyed. Whatever Dr. Olga and Natasha did to them in her secret chamber worked. She didn’t know how such a thing was possible, no one there did.
More then anything in the world she wanted to go into the chamber and see how the whole process worked. How were these magnificent beauties transformed into cunt worshipping dykes? Natasha was firm though, no matter how much she or anyone else asked no one was ever allowed in there. It was made perfectly clear that this was a topic that was off limits, not to be broached by anyone at Stonebriar, ever. It frustrated her to no end, but there was little she could do about it.
However the results were achieved was now largely irrelevant to her. Being around gorgeous naked women all day made her quite aroused, having Isabella in her room now drove her desire to a fever pitch. It was now time to have some fun. She removed Isabella’s gag and unhooked the ring holding her arms to the metal pole, but she did not unlatch her arms. Dominique reminded the scared girl that silence was indeed a virtue by holding her finger to her lips. She lead the Italian beauty to her king sized bed and made her kneel down on the firm mattress.
Dominique removed her own panties and crawled up on the bed and laid spread eagle in front of the startled girl. “Let’s see how much you have learned my dear from Commandant Burke.”
Isabella was just as nervous about pleasing her former trainer as she was about falling over directly on top of her. She had no way of stabilizing herself and bending over with her arms locked uncomfortably behind her back made her uneasy. Seeing this, Dominique helped the girl lower her head onto her own waiting cunt. The new girl slowly slipped her tongue out and began the inevitable process of bringing Dominique to orgasm. She dearly wished her arms could be free so she could perform her activity better to please her mistress. But as she would learn over the coming months, Dominique nearly always preferred that her slaves be in bondage when performing sexual favors. For her the fact that she was in complete control at all times was a major turn on for her and made her come all the harder.
For her part, Isabella was anxious to please. She never would have believed it even just 10 days ago, but licking another woman’s cunt was not nearly as unpleasant as she would have imagined. Somehow her sexuality had been altered, just like Dr. Olga assured her it would. She could do without everything else that went along with this horrible ordeal of course, but she rather enjoyed sexually pleasing another woman with her mouth.
After a few minutes, Dominique could feel a powerful orgasm coming on; she firmly placed her hands behind Isabella’s head and kept them there while the young girl’s tongue continued to dart around on her engorged clit. At last ecstasy washed over her as her legs went first stiff, and her toes curled, until finally she relaxed. Dominique pushed the girl off of her, as if disposing of an unwanted toy, and just lay there, staring out the window. After a few minutes of silence, with Isabella just lying there obediently, she composed herself and went over to her dresser. She returned carrying two strap-on dildos one about eight inches long, the other six. Isabella was no virgin, far from it as a matter of fact, so there was no chance of harming her value at the auction with additional penetrations.
She laid them both of them in front of Isabella, who was still lying on the bed, unable to get herself up under her own power because of the arm binder. She was hoping for a thank you from Dominique, or at the very least some kind of recognition that she had performed well, instead all she got was a question.
“OK #465, now I am going to fuck you like the whore that you are. I am going to give you a choice though of how you want it.” She picked up the larger model, one with a bluish tint and a fat bulbous head and said, “This one her is eight inches long and I can fuck you in your pussy or you can choose the other shorter one and it will go in your ass. Either way I am going to fuck you hard for a full five minutes. I will give you some time to think about your choice while I go have a drink.”
She left the room just as Isabella started to cry. She was led to believe the worst part of her stay was over and now this! She had no doubt that either option was going to hurt as Dominique certainly had no interest in giving her an orgasm. She had never engaged in anal sex before, but it was likely to be forced upon her at one time or another here, should she try it now she wondered, just to get it over with?
“What is it going to be bitch?” Dominique demanded rudely, as she came back into her bedroom, a highball glass in hand. Normally she would not have taken such a rude tone with a new girl just up from Level II, but she had a long memory and this girl really got under her skin during the time the spent breaking her. It was time to issue some much deserved payback.
“The blue one.” The Italian whore replied meekly, indicating the one for her pussy.
“Very well then.” Dominique picked the girl up off her bed with one hand and grabbed the strap on with the other. She led the slave back into her living room. She made her stand there while she unbuckled the infernal arm sleeve. At last Isabella had some blood flow to her arms, but her freedom was short lived as she was forced down onto an angled bench, with her head at the bottom and her waist high. Her legs were bent over the end, allowing her ankles to be cuffed to a bar. Dominique bent over and used two sets of handcuffs to secure both wrists to a second perpendicular bar directly underneath the bench. Once her victim was fully immobilized, she then proceeded to fit herself into the strap-on.
Isabella gulped as she was about to be violated again by one of these bitches and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. The only thing holding Dominique back now were two things, Isabella’s black panties and the chastity belt underneath. The first was dealt with easily with a pair of scissors. The second was a little trickier.
The chastity belts were by far the most critical thing the slaves had to contend with at Stonebriar, after their visit to the conversion chamber. They were never removed unless it was absolutely necessary, like now for example. Only upper level staff members had authorization to do so. And even then, under certain circumstances, that was denied.
Dominique had to confirm that the green light, right in the middle of the unit was on, which it was. That meant that access to this particular slave had been granted upon verification of her thumb print analysis. She put her thumb in the scanner, right below the light. Now both the red and green light flashed for 30 seconds. This time was to be used to check, recheck and triple check that the slaves arms and legs were completely secured, lest they get free and touch their own cunt, which was absolutely forbidden under any circumstances. No rule was made clearer to both staff member and slave alike.
Dominique used this short time, as she had been trained over and over again, to verify that #465 was indeed secured and that it was safe to remove the belt and proceed with her forced penetration. Once the lights stopped blinking she placed her right thumb in the unit again and the belt unlocked from the both sides at the waist. A slight “whooshing” sound accompanied the removal, indicating the airlock directly around the pussy had been depressurized. It was now almost time to begin.
First though she had to verify that all of the cameras in the area had their own green lights on. These cameras were kept in every room in the facility, every room no matter what your ranking was at Stonebriar. They were activated automatically whenever a slave’s chastity belt was removed. All vaginal contact, no matter how minor or seemingly insignificant, was recorded and analyzed by Natasha or some unknown person on her staff. Orgasms for slaves were not allowed under any circumstances. Penalties were swift and severe for any staff member that allowed one to occur. Natasha took this offense very seriously. Orgasm denial was a critical part of a successful training regimen. To guard against this possible breech of trust the cameras were programmed to go on instantly the moment a chastity belt was removed.
Dominique confirmed that the cameras were indeed on, gave a wave to one of them and waited for a moment. The green lights blinked several times, meaning that she had been cleared for entry, and more importantly her actions were being watched carefully by “the Eye in the sky” as the staff members referred to it. Before commencing she added a generous amount of lube to the dildo and positioned it right on Isabella’s shaved cunt before ramming it in. The girl let out a little cry and then shrieked a bit more as the rod slid deeper into her cunt. Dominique thrusted away, slamming the rod deeper and deeper into the neatly shaved box. Isabella started to scream from the pain, which only emboldened Dominique to thrust harder still.
There was no fear of the girl coming; each dildo had a special sensor on it that detected if and when a girl’s pussy was wet enough, or excited enough to possibly result in her coming. If and when that was the case, which was very rare, a loud alarm on the dildo harness would go off, which meant it was time to pull out and let the girl cool down. This only lead to more sexual frustration on the part of the slaves, often times for the trainers as well, as they sometimes wanted to see the girls have an orgasm. Many felt they deserved it after everything they have been through. This was perhaps the most unpopular of Natasha’s rules. Unfortunately for #465, Dominique was in lockstep with her Mistress’ way of thinking. Her penetrations tended to be brutal and unpleasant, with almost no chance of any type of pleasure being derived for the slave.
Finally, mercifully for Isabella, the timer went off, but Dominique was done anyway. She was exhausted from a long day and did not want to partake in this anyway, but she felt it was necessary to send this little bitch a message. She walked away from the panting and still securely bound girl and back into the bathroom for another hot shower. She let Isabella lay there uncomfortably for a while before she finally called down to security, waiting patiently at the end of the hall. She would let them untie the girl and take her back to her cell on Level Two. She wanted to get some sleep and hopefully come up with a way to deal with her sister. Tomorrow was going to be a long day indeed.
Chapter 20
Back in her cell Susan laid quietly on her cot. She hadn’t been touched, for as best she could tell, for about 24 hours. But that was only a guess as there were no windows, clocks or anything else for that matter that would allow her to keep track of time. All she knew was that the cell next to her was empty. She had not seen her best friend Missy since the awful joint torture session and she was sure her friend had been taken to the mysterious chamber everyone kept talking about.
Later on Madam Hardings came in and tried to console her, and tried to convince Susan to surrender herself as well and join Missy. As usual, Susan simply tuned her out and the dejected and increasingly perturbed older woman simply left her cell. That was hours ago and Susan was surprised and relieved no one had been in to see her, or worse to take her away for more punishments.
There was a reason for this change in tactics of course, and that reason was being discussed back in Natasha’s office. Here she, Dominique, Dr. Olga and Teresa were figuring how best to utilize the arrival of their newest prize, Tiffany Winston, the college girl from Texas. These four always had a meeting whenever a new girl came in to determine whom she would be assigned to. Much to Teresa’s disappointment, this particular girl would go to Dominique. This is exactly as she expected, per her previous discussion with Natasha.
The beautiful blonde had arrived late last night, as anticipated, via chartered aircraft. Her capture had been one of the boldest yet by Natasha’s operatives. Tiffany was from Galveston, which was soon to be hit by a major hurricane. This event threw a major wrinkle into the team’s abduction plans. Luckily for them Tiffany decided to stay in the city until the last minute to help her boss board up his restaurant before the pending storm hit. She had been under surveillance the entire time, and when she completed the job she returned home to grab some items before evacuating the city. Natasha’s ever opportune team took the commencing chaos to impersonate the police and “arrest” the girl for looting. Before she even had time to issue the expected protests, the skilled operatives quickly drugged and had her flown to Stonebriar. As an added benefit, it was likely that Tiffany would be classified as being “missing” due to the storm, and not kidnapped, which of course would minimize any law enforcement activity on her behalf.
Now safely at the facility she had already gone through the pre-prep evaluation and was now she was about to be taken to a cell on Level One. Tiffany was as shy and reserved as any girl that had been there in quite some time. Her true beauty though lied in the fact that she did not really comprehend just how good-looking she was. These types of girls were submissive by nature and were likely to make excellent slaves. Her all American good looks were likely to play well all across the globe and an aggressive bidding war was certain to play out for her services. After all, who could resist a striking American blond with overly ample breasts?
But that pleasant likelihood was a long way off; the first step was breaking her, like all of the others. The two women (Dominique and Natasha) began to strategize after Teresa and Dr. Olga had been dismissed. It was felt that putting another girl, an older one at that, in the cell next to Susan was a good move. Tiffany, even in the short time that she had been at there was already classified as timid and shy and therefore likely to be even more scared then the girl in the adjoin cell, the sixteen-year-old Susan. It was decided to let these two girls get to know each other a little bit, hopefully develop a friendship through extended conversations, which had been denied with Missy, and then subsequently crush Susan’s moral when Tiffany succumbed.
It was decided that they would then be tortured together. This would hopefully strengthen their bond and make Tiffany’s capitulation even more of a crushing blow to Susan’s psyche. The thought being that it would hopefully show Susan the hopelessness of her own struggle and that she too should give in. At least that was the theory; much could and likely would go wrong. But if it worked Dominique would not have to resort to the more brutal means at her disposal to force submission of her sister, and in a way both Richardson girls would win.
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Susan laid quietly on the cot in her cell as Tiffany was brought in, scared, crying and almost completely hysterical. Susan could do nothing as she had been left gagged from her early torture session, but she could see and hear the events in the adjacent cell transpire. The guards left and a few moments later Madam Hardings came in to the new girl’s cell. Susan watched the pretty blond girl’s face turn to first shock, then horror then outright revulsion as the older woman laid out the future for the new inmate. The older woman stayed for a little while and tried to comfort the girl, now just beginning to face the reality of what her life was about to look like. Susan had always thought this part to be very awkward. Ever Since Madam Hardings told her the same crap in her cell over a week ago she could not figure out how why would anyone look for comfort from a person that had just told them that her life was going to be irreversibly changed for the worse?
Madam Hardings finally left the cell and almost immediately a guard came into her own cell to remove the gag from her mouth. This was no doubt an invitation to begin dialogue with the new girl. Susan was sure they were up to something, but she didn’t care. She was lonely since Missy had been hauled off and she wanted to talk with someone, anyone who wasn’t one of “them”.
She slid over to the bars dividing the cells and got Tiffany’s attention. The pretty blond came over and joined her. The two held hands for a moment, long enough for Tiffany to get her composure and begin speaking. She told Susan of a story similar to that of her own. She was hurriedly packing some belongs to get out of town before a big storm hit. She was to join her parents and younger sister in Amarillo, safely away from the storm when two cops came and accused her of looting the house. Before she had a chance to protest handcuffs were on her and she was tossed in the back of the police car. She thought it odd when one of the cops, both were females, joined her in the back seat. Moments later she smelled something funny and a white cloth was forced into her face. The next thing she knew she was here at this place.
She too had been given the full treatment, clothes stripped off, probing fingers and plenty of pictures, all while being tied up and totally immobilized. Susan remarked how similar her story was, but she had been with Missy, which in some ways made it better then being alone. Susan was scared to tell her anything more though, because to do so may crush any kind of hope that the new girl had of getting out of there. Hope, even for someone as deeply religious and optimistic as Susan was, was beginning to get in short supply.
“Please tell me what happens next?” A nervous Tiffany asked.
Susan was afraid to answer, knowing for certain that Tiffany was likely to become hysterical again.
“Please”, she begged, I have to know.
“OK, tomorrow morning they are going to come for us, they are going to handcuff us, put us on gurneys and take us down an elevator.” Susan’s voice was starting to crack now, even after a week she still had trouble dealing with it, which only made Tiffany more nervous. “Then they are going to strap us down and shave our pussies.”
Tiffany looked on incredulously, “Why would they do that?”
“Because they want to frighten us, because they want to do other things to us down there, she motioned between her legs”. Susan started to cry again, having to relieve the horror again and again of what they had already done to her. This only caused Tiffany herself to cry, and even more than earlier. She was so scared and so frightened and so powerless to do anything.
It took the two of them a few minutes to get composed before Susan turned the conversation to something else. Sure she could tell Tiffany more about what would likely happen to her, to them really, but what purpose would that serve? Why only scare her more when there was nothing either of them could do about it? They both fell asleep on the floor, much like Susan and Missy had a few evenings ago.
Just as promised, when the morning rolled around the two girls were removed from their respective cells and taken down to the shaving room. All clothing was stripped away and the girls laid next to one another on adjoining tables, both carefully strapped down. Pussy shaving was now becoming routine for Susan, but for Tiffany this was to be her first time ever, and she was rightfully scared. Susan was surprised that the mysterious Dominique was not here today, but she was grateful not to be blindfolded. Instead someone new was introduced to her.
“Hello Ladies, my name is Commandant Stone, I am the leader on Level Two, where we hope to see you both very soon. I am filling in today as the others have more important business to attend to.” She said it so matter-of-factly that it was almost disarming. She acted as if she were filling in for someone at a business meeting, or more age appropriately, was a substitute teacher in one of these girls’ classes.
“I see here #473 that you have been down here a number of times so you know what to expect. #475, allow me to welcome to Stonebriar. I know you are still in shock now my dear, and that is perfectly understandable. Let me explain what is going to happen if neither Madam Hardings nor your new friend here has filled you in. She walked over to Tiffany and took a close look at her cunt; she tugged at a few of the pubic hairs, but not too hard, and said, “These will have got to go.”
Tiffany said nothing, but clearly had a worried look on her face.
“I don’t want you to be scared #475; I have done this hundreds and hundreds of times before. Please keep in mind that your pussy is just a valuable to us as it is to you, so I am going to take the utmost care in making sure it is shaved properly and carefully.”
She reached over onto a table and pulled from a metal container two damp and hot towels and placed them on each of the girl’s cunts. The discomfort was much worse for Susan as her pussy was already bald from yesterday’s shaving and therefore offered little in the way of protection from the unanticipated heat.
“Let’s let the moisture soak in for a few minutes, and while we are doing so I want to give you two something to think about before we get started.” She went over to a closet and wheeled out a metal cart. There were two identical silver pots, one was plugged into the wall and the other had a Sterno flame underneath it. The two girls gulped as they strained to get a better look at what was now placed in front of them.
“Now girls I am going to give you choice. In this container…” she lifted off the lid on the one with the flame, “…is a heated shaving cream. One of you will have it spread onto your cunt with this brush.” She picked up a silver handled brush. “It is not pleasant I can assure you, the cream will burn a little but will do no permanent damage.”
She then removed the second lid, but it was less dramatic. “Under here my lovelies is the other choice. This is a special cream that has been kept in a deep freeze in this special container. While it looks less intimidating, I can tell you from experience that the girls that I have been exposed to both tend to despise this one even more than the other. Whoever chooses this one will have it applied to their cunt with this brush, where it will stay on for a full five minutes before we begin shaving.”
The girls both screamed at the thought of this horror. Susan had not faced anything like this before; she had been previously shaved only with traditional over the counter products.
“#473, I know this is your first time with either of these creams, but Mistress Natasha felt that since you were acting like a much older girl with your stubbornness we were going to start treating like one.”
“Bitch!” is all that Susan screamed. It drew no response.
“To make things more interesting, I have decided that you each must choose a different cream. I want both of you to think that you made the wrong decision. I will be back in 5 minutes, to give you time to discuss your decisions, so we can begin.”
With that comment she left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving the two girls alone to contemplate their unpleasant decision.
Commandant Stone rarely made appearances on Level One. For over ten years now she had been employed at Stonebriar, and only just recently transferred down to Level Two. Her current job, in her mind, was the far more important of the positions available there. It was her mission to train the girls into becoming the best slaves they could possibly be. She was respected and liked by nearly all of her coworkers, regardless of where they worked. From a slave’s perspective she was generally liked, but more importantly she was feared. Few slaves ever crossed her because of the immediate retribution they would suffer. But even more importantly, in Natasha’s mind, was that Commandant Stone displayed an even keel at all times, rarely displaying emotion, let alone anger, in what was a very difficult job. Her professionalism was always on display.
It was for these qualities that she was brought in to handle the routine task of shaving these two girls. Natasha was well aware of the discomfort that normal women would feel about subjecting Susan to this and no doubt Commandant Stone would share many of those same feelings, but she would never let those thoughts get in the way of doing her work.
She reentered the room and saw that many tears had shed while she was gone.
“Please please don’t do this!” Tiffany begged. “We have done nothing to deserve this.”
Commandant Stone did not even acknowledge her. There was no point in entering into a debate or trying to provide justification. Instead she simply asked of Susan, “Have you made your decision?”
Susan knew from experience that begging or pleading was useless, she simply pointed to the plugged in one.
“Excellent choice my dear.” Commandant Stone replied mockingly. “Let us begin.” She picked up the expensive silver handled brush, dipped it into the silver bowl and started to gingerly apply it to Susan’s already perfectly shorn cunt. Immediate shivers reverberated through her body as the icy cream was spread onto her pussy. Susan tried not to scream out, knowing that would only provide satisfaction to them. But the more the cream went on, the more difficult it became to keep silent. Satisfied, Commandant Stone directed her attention to Tiffany.
“Have you ever had your pussy shaved before #475?”
Tiffany could only shake her head as Commandant Stone stirred the other pot, the one with the ominous Sterno flame underneath it.
“I’m not surprised, innocent looking girls like you never seem to, such a pity. In time I think you will grow to like the look and feel.” She dipped a second brush in and added “I truly am sorry that the first time will hurt so much.”
She pulled the brush out applied the soupy mixture to #475’s blond mound. Tiffany screamed out as loud as she possibly could.
“That’s OK dear, let it out. It’s going to hurt, it’s supposed to.”
The boiling cream began to drip into her cunt and down into her ass, only serving to increase her agony. Commandant Stone paid her no attention; she just re-dipped the brush and continued to apply the steaming emulsion.
While Tiffany continued to yell in pain, Susan started to breathe deeply in and out, trying to deal with a different kind of suffering. The young beauty was certainly tough Commandant Stone thought to herself. She pulled out a straight edge razor and refocused her attention on Susan, who no doubt was begging to have her cunt shaved, if only to get the infernal cream off of her pussy.
“Hold still #475!” She ordered the girl. Through years of experience, the staff had continued to add restraint after restraint during this process. No amounts of straps were deemed too many to completely immobilize the girls during such a delicate and painful procedure. The girls were covered in them; arms, thighs, calves, waist, everywhere to minimize all possible movement during such a delicate procedure.
It took her only a few minutes, but Commandant Stone completely whisked away every unsightly curl on Tiffany’s cunt. After a few minutes the petrified young girl slowly began to regain her composure as the Commandant gingerly placed a kiss on her newly shaved mound. It was now time to take care of the other one.
The timer indicated it had been nearly eight minutes that her pussy had been subjected to the below freezing mixture. Susan had been surprisingly stout the entire time. Many older girls would have been screaming out by now.
“Very good my dear, now it is your turn.” A separate razor was used, as was policy to avoid infections, to remove the minuscule amount of stubble on Susan’s tender young twat. At first Commandant Stone questioned the need for daily shavings. In her mind they were time consuming and unnecessary as they took away from more important activates. But she soon was brought over to Natasha’s way of thinking. Of course the girls need not be shaved every day, but by doing so, especially in such a barbaric manner, it gradually wore down their resistance and provided a constant reminder of who was in control.
Susan’s pussy was now done and she could at last relax, at least until she was hauled off to her next torment, later in the day. She had been asked by Natasha not to provide her customary kiss to the cunt, and Commandant Stone reluctantly refrained. She was no more immune than any of the others from the delicate charms of the young beauty before her.
“Thank you ladies, I will see you both tomorrow morning. We will switch the creams so each of you can see what you have missed.” She walked away chuckling.
Chapter Twenty-One
Natasha had been unable to follow the events too closely with Susan this morning as she was now involved in something far more important. Several days ago she had received a phone call from a long time customer. Her name was Satoshi Kanazawa, she was an uber wealthy landholder from the thriving country of Malaysia in Southeast Asia. Ms. Satoshi, as she preferred to be called, was arranging for one of her girls to be sent back to Stonebriar. This was not as troubling as it seemed though. What she was doing was actually a good thing as it meant a new purchase was likely to come at the next auction. This girl, #143 as it turned out, had reached what Satoshi had felt was the end of her usefulness to her.
#143, her real name was Sarah Ridgeway, had been acquired from Calgary, Alberta in June of 1998. Like many of the fine thoroughbred horses from that area she was feisty and quick tempered, but once broken in she was docile and obedient. In a surprising coincidence, Natasha had heard that Sarah had become quite an accomplished pony girl while serving as a slave to Ms. Satoshi. Regardless, Satoshi had felt that this girl had outlived her “operational lifespan” as she referred to it coldly, and wished to exercise a clause in their contract, which was signed by both parties at the auction on September 30th 1998. The clause basically said that a girl could be returned to Stonebriar at any time, for any reason, at no cost and no questions asked.
This did happen from time to time, for various reasons, and would likely happen more frequently. As increasing numbers of women were converted into lesbian slaves, it just simply made sense that more of them would need to be returned. Natasha offered this service purely for economic reasons; it had nothing to do at all for any soft hearted motivations.
Natasha was not naïve; young girls became older girls who became younger women who grew older, etc. She had been running this business since the early 1990’s. 20-year-old women then were in there mid 30’s now and likely did not hold the same sexual allure to their owners as they did when they were first sold. This was neither surprising nor unexpected and was actually good for Stonebriar, as many older customers wished to upgrade to newer, younger, firmer female flesh. What Natasha did not want was a large amount of these older slaves out in the general public who were simply discarded by their owners. It just was not good business to have lesbian sex slaves running around on the open market, regardless of their age, as it drove down the prices for the new girls. It was Economics 101.
The last thing she wanted to do was to take these girls back for any reason. But she had to do something to eliminate the myriad of future problems that could occur with unwanted slaves circulating around “on the street”. Just because she had been paid in full on each sale did not mean her “relationship” with these girls was over by any means. They’re very many possible problems that she needed to be aware of that these “orphan slaves”, as she called them, could present to her and Stonebriar. These problems included the following: The women could be resold on the secondary market, to possibly less discerning owners, or perhaps to a whorehouse where the Stonebrair brand could be sullied. Worse yet the girls could break free of whoever had them in their possession and end up in the hands of the police.
Natasha was not particularly worried about being exposed by any one girl, but a number of them telling the same story could raise suspicions among law enforcement worldwide. Someone was bound to connect the dots. No one, not even the upper level staff people, had a real good idea of where Stonebriar’s actually location was, but that didn’t mean she wanted people out looking for it. After all nearly 500 beautiful women had been abducted over the years without any trace and eventually political pressure may be exerted on authorities to do something to stop it.
From the slave owners standpoint this contractual clause was very advantageous as well. Wealthy and powerful women certainly tended to sell or discard things that no longer had value to them. These women did not want former slave girls released out on the streets, for obvious reasons, as their own reputations could be ruined by any such association with a slave girl, so few good options remained. One of those no doubt involved unseemly “disposals” to prevent secrets from being spilled about their private lives. This was certainly unpalatable for both Natasha and the slaveholder as well. Fortunately Stonebriar offered a more humane way to handle unwanted merchandise. Over the years more and more customers were taking advantage of this very specialized service.
The better way, if it could be called that, was known internally at Stonebriar as a “Reverse rendition”. This was an incredibly long and difficult procedure that required the very dedicated services of the “Red Squad”. They were known as that because all four of them were from Russia and they always wore matching red latex outfits when they worked, a holdover from their communist days. These women, like a number of others on the staff, were former intelligence offers that needed work after the fall of the Iron Curtain in the early 1990’s. Frankly, without this historical event Stonebriar would never have been possible, as so many of the key employees there were former communists who had developed an enthusiastic taste for the ways of capitalism.
Regardless of why they were there, these four women were virtually unknown to the rest of staff at Stonebriar, with the exception of Mistress Natasha, Dr. Olga and a few other highly regarded employees. Their private residence, inside the compound, but removed from the main quarters, was accessible only secret passageways and even then pin codes and retinal scanners were needed to gain access to their main living quarters. These four women were not permitted to socialize, save a very rare exception, with anyone but each other. The other employees were vaguely aware of their existence and well placed rumors were occasionally circulated to keep the rest of staff on edge, lest anyone get any ideas about violating any of the myriad of work rules that Natasha laid down.
The isolation of these women from the others was really not an issue, since all were trained to work alone for long periods of time. These four women were of utmost importance to the success of Stonebriar. Their unique specialties ranged anywhere from electronics, to computer programming, to counter surveillance, etc. But where they really provided the most value was for their R&D work on new tortures for the slave girls.
Natasha required everyone on the staff to submit new torture and punishment ideas once per quarter, regardless of position there. There was a constant need to come up with new and innovative ways to break the girls into submission as quickly as possible, but with the sometimes contradictory objective of minimizing any noticeable or long lasting damage to their nubile bodies. In order to garner these fresh ideas, many of the women watched lesbian BDSM videos, read nasty magazines or surfed the web for new thoughts and ideas. Once a new torment was agreed upon it was up the Red Squad to procure the necessary materials to build the device, equipment, etc. Once completed, it was the Red Squad who tested it on one of the obviously unwilling slave girls. Less painful torments were tested on “volunteers” from Level Two, while more barbaric ones were trialed on Level One girls. All of this was done in the private torture chambers away from the main house. Detailed notes were taken on every measurable pain threshold and duly recorded. Before putting it into the rotation to be used on the girls, the entire group had to evaluate and approve it before being sent to Natasha for final sign off.
Sometimes these devices were so shocking and painful that only women with absolute iron constitutions, and a true love of sadism, could actually oversee its implementation. The machine used for the Reverse Rendition procedure was just such an instrument. It was known officially by its Russian name, which roughly translated meant “The Devil’s Messenger”. It was located in a remote room in the deepest, darkest part of the basement catacombs and seen only by the members of the Red Squad, Dr. Olga, Natasha and of course any girl unlucky enough to be strapped into it.
The devise itself resembled a CT scanner, like those found at any major hospital. The main difference being that the woman would go in on her knees, as opposed to lying down on her back. She would go in and be bent over a padded bar at the waist, while being completely secured by a large number of straps, chains and other heavy duty restraints. If that weren’t terrifying enough, a variety of ancillary items would be attached to her breasts and pussy during the entire procedure. Just looking at a girl positioned inside this thing was daunting enough, and the worst part was not even introduced yet.
Such was the unfortunate predicament facing #143, the former Sarah Ridgeway. She had been smuggled back into the country just last night on a private jet. This was her first time ever out of the Mistress Satoshi’s compound, ten whole years now, so she knew something must have been going on. She was blindfolded for the entire journey back to Stonebriar and even after landing had no idea where she was. She had been brought into the compound though a private entrance, unknown and unused by the general staff and taken via elevator to the ultra secret room deep beneath the complex. These measures were taken not just to disorient Sarah, but also to prevent her from being seen by an old staff member who may have fond memories of this particular slave and who may start asking the wrong questions. Memories were the last thing Mistress Natasha wanted to jog.
Sarah had been given little to eat and given only a bottle of water while she remained cuffed to a small wooden chair in a dimly lit side room. She had been sent back wearing a fairly seductive ensemble, which was a black satin bra and panty set with matching thigh high stockings. Natasha always appreciated the fact that Ms. Satoshi went out of her way to send her girls back to her in a way that she wanted to remember them, as sexually enticing playthings.
On her long walk down to the room, Natasha had #143’s file pulled and was refreshing herself on the particular’s of this slave. She liked to think that she could remember them all, but there were so many now, only a few really stood out. Medium length auburn hair when she was first brought in, nice sized breasts, wonderfully flexible body, but a history of unruly behavior until Commandant Stone straightened her out. Other detailed information was available as well, least favorite tortures, number of forced penetrations, etc, but all of that was really irrelevant now. What mattered now was that the girl formerly known as both Sarah, and #143, was now 29 years old. She having been all of 19 when she was grabbed from a shopping mall parking lot in Calgary on a cold November night. It must have seemed like so long ago to her and in a moment she was going to be reunited with the woman who first turned her life upside down.
The only relevant information that Natasha asked for from the former slaveholders was what the new names of the girls were. Immediately after the auctions Natasha strongly recommended that the slaves be given a new name to help dissociate them from their past lives. It was another bit of cruelty to be sure, but it greatly aided the girls in their transition process. In this case Sarah was given the decidedly Malaysian name of Cempaka, which to Natasha meant absolutely nothing.
Armed with this information she took a deep breath and walked in the door. These meetings were always so awkward for her. So much had happened to the girls and she didn’t even know where to begin. Despite her hard hearted and uncaring demeanor Natasha could not help but feel guilty about everything that had happened, even though she had done this many times now.
Here in front of her was a still very attractive woman, who had been taken away from everything she had ever known and at the height of her beauty, and brutally forced into a life a lesbian submission and servitude. Even someone with as little of a conscience as Mistress Natasha felt some remorse, what was always an unknown in situations like this was the reaction from the slave girl.
Sarah looked up, still not believing her eyes. Could it possibly be her even after all this time? “Mistress Natasha? Is that really you?” She said it in a meek, almost timid voice, but in a surprisingly friendly tone, like a girl reuniting with a long lost college friend on a city street corner.
“It is my dear.” Natasha replied as she walked over next to the girl and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. Sarah wanted to return the greeting but obviously could not get up. These meetings were always a crap shoot, most slaves still harbored intense anger toward Natasha, hence the need for the chains. Natasha, being pleasantly surprised at the woman’s reaction, felt comfortable enough to pull up a chair and sit down next to the confused woman.
“I am sure you have many questions my old friend. But before you begin let me tell you some good news… You are going home my dear.”
Sarah stared at her with a befuddled look. “Going back to Mistress Satoshi’s? I don’t understand, why would she send me here then?”
Natasha simply smiled and patted her former slave on the leg. Clearly her training had been superb as Sarah now referred to her home as that of her former Asian owner. “No I don’t think you understand you are going home to Canada. You are going to become Sarah Ridgeway again. Do you remember her?” Natasha pulled something from plastic bag and showed it to her. It was her Alberta driver’s license, kept all this time locked away in a vault in case it was ever needed again for this occasion.
The woman looked at it, not fully believing what she had just heard. Was it possible after all this time she could step back into her old life? Long ago she had resigned herself to being a lesbian sex slave and she tried to suppress the memories of her old life because it was just too painful to think about. Deep down she was certain that she would never go back to Canada.
She cried tears of joy for a few moments as Natasha waited for her to get control of herself.
“Yes it is all true my dear, Mistress Satoshi has decided to grant you your freedom. She did not want to tell her yourself as she too likely would have broken down in tears at the thought of letting her favorite slave go.” This was a cleverly crafted lie, designed to make the girl think she was being shown kindness when in actuality she was simply being turned in to make room for a younger and prettier model. But there was no advantage to telling the truth, Sarah had been a good slave and she should leave with her dignity intact Satoshi had felt.
“I am so happy Mistress, I guess, but I will miss the other girls there. I grew to be very fond of my Mistress; she was very good to me.”
“That is good Cempaka, but now it is time to turn the page on that part of your life. You will never see Mistress Satoshi or any of the other girls there again. It is time for you to become Sarah Ridgeway again.”
Sarah looked down at the floor, looking almost wistful, before snapping back to reality.
“OK I am ready Mistress Natasha, please take me back, I am ready to go home. When to we leave?”
Natasha smiled again, and almost laughed at the naïve comment. “I am afraid it is just not that simple Sarah. We just can’t send you back there. With everything that has happened that would be foolish on our part don’t you think?” She asked rhetorically.
Sarah immediately took a defensive posture in her chair. She was getting worried now, as she started to remember back to all of the horrible things that they had done to her ten years before.
“I won’t say anything, you have my word, I just want to go home, please!”
“I promise Sarah you are going home; after you leave here you will never see any of us again. But you must understand that before we can let you go we need to take adequate precautions to ensure that our secrets are safe. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to Stonebriar would you?” It was a stupid question and one that Sarah did not know how to answer, so she didn’t. She sat in her chair as Natasha continued.
“In order to reintroduce into the real world, and back into the life of Sarah Ridgeway, we must take the appropriate steps to guarantee that we will have no future legal difficulties. Sarah you may not like what has happened to you, I am certain none of the girls that come here do, but Stonebriar must live on. We cannot have any complications, your “promise” to remain quiet is meaningless, and we must take more concrete actions to ensure your silence.”
Sarah became even more concerned and yelled out, “Please don’t hurt me anymore Mistress, I can’t deal with any more suffering.”
“I know you are scared Sarah, but this is a compromise, something you are going to have to accept if you want to go back home. Without it we can never let you leave.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked.
“In a minute I am going to open that door and a woman is going to come in. Her name is not important. She is a Russian who happens to speak impeccable English. You will listen to her and obey her every command, do you understand me?”
What choice did she have? Sarah nodded.
“Good, because she is the key to making you Sarah Ridgeway again. You must listen to her every word. Failure to do so may mean we would be forced to find a new buyer for you, which would mean you would need to be retrained here. I am sure you don’t want that do you?” It was a lie, but Sarah had no way of knowing that and it sufficiently scared her back into line.
If she could have, Natasha would have resold Sarah in an instant to another buyer on the secondary market and pocketed a tidy sum. Retraining would have been unnecessary, this girl was a wonderful slave, even ten years later, and would have taken to a new Mistress rather easily. But doing something like this would have been a shocking betrayal to her friend Ms. Satoshi. If she had ever found out about it, Natasha’s gold-plated reputation would have been destroyed and she would suffer significant financial losses, as many customers would likely desert her. It was way too big of a risk for an extra few hundred thousand dollars.
Natasha stood up from her chair and then bent over to give the girl a kiss on the lips. “Thank you Sarah Ridgeway, thank you for everything you have done for Stonebriar. I wish you well my dear returning to your old life, Remember you are one of the lucky ones.”
She opened the door and exited, Sarah would never see her again.
Chapter 22
Immediately a tall woman entered the room. She was had long legs and was in fantastic shape, especially for someone in her mid 40’s. Her name was Felitsata Grigorevna. Like Dr. Olga she was the product of a super secret KGB cell that was put together in the mid 1980’s to battle capitalist crusaders. She had been trained in many different areas, almost all of them with an emphasis on sexual punishment and interrogation. She was as close to an ideal employee as anyone could have possibly dreamt for Natasha.
When her group was decommissioned, along with most of the KGB, in the early 1990’s Natasha swooped in and hired her and the rest of the notorious “Red Squad”. Next to partnering with Dr. Olga, it was the smartest business move she had ever made.
Felitsata and her entire group were all cold, heartless and completely emotionless, which was a prerequisite for anyone working involved in this kind of blood curdling work. Natasha watched from the shadows from a chair in the corner as Comrade Felitsata and her team escorted the very nervous Sarah into the room. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back as one woman removed her bra as two others lowered her panties. Sarah remained quiet and nervous as the four women spoke in unintelligible, yet crisp and concise Russian dialogue to each other. It was clear they had done this before.
Natasha smiled as Sarah’s panties were lowered. Her pussy was neatly shaved and must have been done just before she was put on the plane, which was so like Ms. Satoshi she thought. This would save the Russians a step. Natasha was disappointed yet hardly surprised that Sarah was not wearing her chastity belt. But those were expensive, and NEVER came back with the girls. Oh well, Satoshi paid for it, she would surely find another girl to wear it.
Next Sarah was taken to the corner of the room and forced to stand over a drain. She was hosed down with rubbing alcohol on her breasts, pussy and ass. Next a padded blindfold was placed securely over her eyes.
“I want you to listen only to me now.” Felitsata said, in heavily accented English. “We are going to try and make this as easy as possible.” Sarah listened closely as she felt cold gel being applied to each of her nipples and then two squirts onto her cunt. Finally she could fell something being pressed into each spot where the gel was.
Natasha watched her former slave being led over to the center of the room. She was glad for Sarah’s sake that the blindfold was in place, as she would not like what she saw being done to her.
Here, in the middle of the room, she was positioned into a multilevel steel and leather covered restraint apparatus which would completely immobilize her for an extended period of time. Sarah was bent over a padded steel bar, at the waist, while her knees were put on cushioned leather rails, leaving her in a kneeling position with her ass pointing slightly upward. Tightly coiled chains connected to leather belts rendered her virtually unable to move but still left rather easy access to her breasts and pussy from below. Her arms here secured by Velcro straps at the elbow while her wrists and ankles were cuffed with high quality padded leather cuffs. She was going to be here for a while so token efforts were made to provide her with some level of comfort.
Sarah’s neck was fitted with a collar and attached to a short chain with minimal slack to keep her head from moving too much. Next headphones, ones that covered the entire ear, were placed on her head. This blocked out all sound from the outside. Sarah would only be able to hear what Comrade Felitsata said to her from her headset microphone. Finally another of the Red Squad members crawled under Sarah and attached wires to the four electrodes on the front of her body, one on each nipple the other tow on her cunt.
Natasha had gotten up from her chair, comfortable knowing that Sarah could not see her. She marveled at the efficiency of these women. They were fast moving, having prepared the girl for this process in less then 8 minutes. Equally fascinating to her was that they were just so intimidating to look at. Felitsata was 6 foot 2 inches tall, in great shape for a 45-year-old woman and wore a red skintight bustier, which laced up in the back and to complete the ensemble, she wore matching thigh high boots. Her girls as she called them, were all equally fit, all in their late 30’s or early 40’s and wore matching latex bra and panty sets, their official “uniforms” for this procedure. All had the gold hammer and sickle insignia on their left breast, which only added to their intimidating look. Clearly these outfits were holdovers from their old days in the former Soviet Union.
The leader, Felitsata, took a look at her control panel, carefully looked at all of the many screens and then gave a nod to the others, an indication that everything looked good from her end. It was time to begin.
“Can you hear me Sarah?”
“Yes”, the petrified woman in the stringent bondage said.
“Good, because I want you to listen to me very carefully. You have been secured into place and will not be able to move, or free yourself for any reason, for at least the next several hours, possibly much longer if you do not obey my every command. Am I being clear enough for you?”
Again the terrified girl responded affirmatively.
“You need to understand what is going to happen to you and more importantly how it is going to happen if we are going to get through this. Only by working with me can you get out of here. Do you understand me Sarah?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent, because in a moment you are going to feel sharp jolt in your ass as a special dildo will be inserted into your anus. Don’t fight it Sarah, just accept it inside you. Let it in my dear, because we can not begin until it is inside you.”
Sarah screamed a little bit as the intimidating looking silver tipped dildo started to push its way into her ass. This was not done manually, but rather by machine, which Felitsata carefully manipulated to slowly ease the unwelcome invader into Sarah’s puckered asshole.
At this point Mistress Natasha just sat back in her chair and watched the proceedings unfold. She had sat through these procedures a handful of times before and her reaction was always the same. Initially she was turned on because she liked the utter nastiness of seeing a restrained girl bent over and having a dildo forced up her ass. But after a while the whole procedure repulsed her and she had to leave for her own mental well being. .
Anal Re-education Therapy as it was called was as evil as anything that went on between the walls at Stonebriar. Essentially the process worked by having a specially designed eight-inch rod jammed into a girls’ ass. Natasha had no idea how the rod was actually made or who invented it, but the device had a sophisticated processor and microchip embedded in it that was able to make a girl tell the truth when she was asked a question. That in and of itself made it an extremely valuable tool, but the truly terrifying nature was the device’s ability to change the “truth”, and even more importantly, erase the truth from a woman’s memory all together. In essence ART was a dreadfully sophisticated form of brainwashing. Natasha was uncomfortable with this kind of thing but she knew that subjecting the slave girl to it was the only way to ensure her and Stonebriar’s complete security.
The actually method itself was quite fascinating. Like the Arctic Triangle used on Missy, the process began with series of questions, which were designed to see what Sarah remembered about her whole kidnapping and lesbian conversion 10 years prior. Unlike the Arctic triangle though, where lying was possible, but easily detected, this device made lying impossible. The pivoting and thrusting head of the dildo in Sarah’s ass, expertly controlled by Comrade Felitsata, made the truth the only possible answer. The sophisticated CPU in the middle of the device was able to detect any variance in facts vs. lies and report it instantly back to the operator, where the appropriate action could be taken as needed.
Felitsata began by asking for a complete overview of everything Sarah recalled about her abduction, sexual transformation, training, sale and time spent as a slave, etc. This process took about 45 minutes or so and detailed notes were taken by one of the other Red Squad team members. This was an uncomfortably long time for any woman to have a dildo in her ass, but unfortunately for Sarah they were just getting started. Now came the hard part of erasing all those past experiences and replacing them with new “memories” that would leave no clue as to what really happened to her and why, etc.
“Thank you Sarah, now it is time to begin the difficult part of our evening. But please remember that when we are done, it will all be over and you will be going home, never to return here. You have been very good about being honest with me, now that honesty will come with a price, but it is a price that must be paid to undo the past Sarah and return you home. These last ten years have been hard on you and when we are done you will have no recollection of any of it, I promise you.
Sarah gulped again but said nothing.
“I am now going to ask you a question; you will answer me honestly just like you have been doing all along. When the answer is given and the response is not appropriate you will receive a jolt; First in your breasts, then in your pussy, and if necessary your ass. After that happens Sarah I will give you the correct answer, the answer that I want you to remember, the answer that you will give to anybody that ever asks you that same question again for the rest of your life. Am I making myself clear?”
Sarah was crying out now, tears flowing uncontrollably down her face. She knew this was going to be the worst punishment that she had ever endured, certainly worse then anything done to her during her initial stay here, but she was powerless to stop it. She was getting tired now, her knees were aching horribly, as was the rest of her body from being locked down in this infernal position, but she knew those pains would be a mere postscript in a minute.
“I know it is hard Sarah but try to concentrate, listen only to my voice, you can do this, you must do this if you ever want to leave here!” Her voice was rising again. “Now please tell me what happened to you that day many years ago when you were at that mall in Calgary?”
“I was kidnapped by two women and thrown into a van.” The girl answered hysterically.
Immediately she felt a jolt in her nipples. She moved around a bit, as much as the rigid restraints allowed.
“No Sarah, that is not correct. You ran away from home, you were tired of living in the cold weather there and you wanted to go somewhere new and warm.”
“Now again Sarah, please tell me what happened to you that day many years ago when you were at that mall in Calgary?” Felitsata repeated herself, this time more slowly but also with more urgency.
Again Sarah gave the same answer; she had to, the device in her ass made her tell the truth. This time though the two electrodes started delivering current to her breasts and then a second jolt was given to her cunt, causing her to scream out even louder than before.
Mistress Natasha could tell from experience that this was going to be a long and difficult night. Some girls had an easier time with this than others; sadly for Sarah she was not going to be one of them. She truly felt sorry for the poor Canadian slut, she was put into the impossible position of having no choice but to answer the truth to a question and when she did her body was punished for it. This process would go on for hours, with increasingly levels of pain until every relevant detail of Sarah’s captivity was completely gone and replaced with a manufactured memory. For any girl forced to suffer through it, the pain was beyond imaginable. But it was a necessary price to pay if they wished to have their old lives back.
Natasha sat back for a moment and took the time to marvel at Comrade Grigorevna. Here was a woman that outmatched even her when it came to controlling her emotions. This process would soon become tedious for even the most sadistic of women. Everyone knew it was going to be a long night, possibly even two, for completely reprogramming Sarah. Yet Felitsata showed not even a hint of irritation. She was a pro’s pro, as was the rest of her crack staff. They had a job to do and they were going to do it, no matter how long it took.
Natasha stuck around for another ten minutes or so, more out of respect to the Red Squad than anything else. She never forgot how important their work was and truthfully she enjoyed watching one of her former slaves was being sexually violated for the last time at the hands of a Stonebriar employee. She got up and gave a quick wave to Comrade Felitsata, who politely nodded back and then returned to her work.
The whole process would ultimately take two days, and require four separate sessions to completely reprogram Sarah. When it was over Sarah was made to rest for a day in a private cell, barely conscious and unable to remember anything. She was allowed no visitors; she was simply fed and then showered by the a couple members of the Red Squad, who delighted in getting one last chance to enjoy the fruits her still beautiful body.
When medical clearance was given, she was drugged and then loaded into a car. All former slave girls were taken to Las Vegas; deemed far enough away from central California and a sufficiently large city where someone could be offloaded without a lot of questions being asked. Sarah was taken to a motel room, paid for in cash with a fake ID. There she was plopped onto a bed, still woozy from the drugs, and left only with $20 and her wallet, given back to her after spending 10 years locked away in Natasha’s vault. Various alcohol bottles and prescription drugs were scattered about the room to give the appearance of a woman going on an out of control bender.
That was it. Sarah had spent the last ten years of her life spent as a sexual plaything for an ultra wealthy lesbian slaveholder and now she was being dumped unceremoniously back into the general population without so much as a thank you or a kiss goodbye. Yet she was one of the lucky ones, few of the Stonebriar girls ever got to go home.
Natasha or one of her lower level aides would monitor the internet for any “heartwarming stories” about a girl missing for ten years suddenly returning home. The newly freed former slave girls would always say the same thing to the police, media, etc.; they just ran away from home and were happy to be back. The police would ask the prerequisite questions of course, but nothing ever came of it. And since no “crime” had ever been committed, there was no point in any further investigation. This is where Felitsata and her team paid the greatest dividends, reprogramming the girls in order to keep their mouths shut and thereby keeping law enforcement in the dark about what really happened to them.
The only the only thing that was different about Sarah from the time she left, except for her age of course, was the fact that she would forever be a lesbian. That process was irreversible, not that Natasha would ever change that back if she could. The world was a better place with attractive women wanting desperately to get in to the panties of other attractive women. She smiled with that thought and made her way back to her office, happy again to focus her efforts on enslaving that beautiful sixteen-year-old with the help of her increasingly uncomfortable older sister.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Six days had now passed since Missy had been taken away and her cell occupied by the cute little blonde from Texas, Tiffany, now known as #475. Natasha’s plan had been moving along right on schedule. She had reduced the intensity of Susan’s torture regimen, much to her sister’s delight, and kept Tiffany’s at an equally low pain threshold. She had insisted that Dominique punish the two girls together, to increase the likelihood of a friendship developing between them. It appeared to be working. After each session the two were brought back to their adjoining cells, with the divider kept up, to encourage dialogue and more importantly companionship.
Monitoring their conversations was a fascinating endeavor. Susan, despite being three years younger than Tiffany, was the one who took on the role of the “protector”. She was the one who constantly offered encouragement to elder Tiffany, who herself was still shell shocked at the whole ordeal and often was in a constant state of tears. Natasha marveled at the inner strength of young Susan. She had never seen such a combination of beauty, intelligence and fortitude; it was truly amazing that Susan was indeed only sixteen years old. She had no doubt in her mind that this girl was going to make a truly remarkable slave. It would be a sin if she did not set an all time record with her at the auction. But that delicious prospect was still months away. So much had to happen beforehand, not the least of which was how to keep Dominique fully committed to this whole sorted affair.
Truthfully, Natasha never would have expected a fight of this kind from Susan. She figured it would be six days (the minimum required for her) and then into the chamber. But how wrong she was, now they were at double that and Susan was showing no signs of capitulation. In fact she was far more worried about Dominique. She had dangled the ultimate carrot in front of her, the coveted CEO position of Stonebriar, but to get it she would have to do the impossible, sexually enslave her sixteen-year-old sister.
Natasha would be lying to herself if she said anything but that fact that she was enjoying every second of this. Seeing pretty young girls punished had been her life long passion and this whole ordeal had gotten her juices flowing like nothing in recent memory. She felt revitalized watching the whole spectacle unfold. Frankly she was happy Susan had proven to be so tough, as she rather liked watching Dominique forced to assault her little sister’s most sensitive sexual areas. However even she knew all good fun must come to an end. That end would come in a few night’s time, Natasha would make sure of it, assuming that Susan even lasted that long. In the event that the girl held out that long Natasha had planned something that was beyond sinister, well past anything that she had ever done before. She hoped and prayed Dominique would go along with it, than Natasha would know beyond any doubt that Dominique was indeed the person to take over her duties.
It was about 8:00 o’clock in the evening now and Madam Hardings was making her nightly rounds. She always stopped in each and every girl’s room on Level One. Her visits usually lasted less than five minutes, just enough time to fake sincerity that she was really truly concerned about each girl’s well being. For girls like Susan, who was now becoming increasingly bull headed, Patricia’s visits were a waste of time. Nothing she could say or do would convince her to sign the contract. No, that decision would have to be forced out of her by Dominique and her staff.
But in the cell right next door, Madam Hardings wielded considerably more influence. Tiffany had been there six days now and the cold hard reality of her plight was starting to seep in. The news had already been broken to her that she would indeed become a lesbian slave, nothing could ever change that fact she had been assured repeatedly. She needed only look at her next-door cellmate to know that escape was impossible and submission was inevitable. In was in these dark and dire circumstances for these young beauties that Patricia Hardings did her best work. Natasha flipped on the hidden microphone to Tiffany’s cell in order to listen to her friend use her twisted logic. Natasha herself got wet hearing the older women trick the young girls into believing that it was best to surrender her bodies.
She liked watching the slaves break down in tears and then putting their heads on Patricia’s shoulders for comfort, only to see the older woman use that as a context to cop a feel of their young and firm tits. It was perverse no doubt, but thrilling to watch nonetheless, and Natasha never got tired of it. Madam Harding always reminded each girl that it could all come to an end whenever they wanted it to. In Tiffany’s case that could be tomorrow, which would be her seventh day there; no more torturing, no more beatings, all that was required was a simple signature on the contract. She reminded #475 to pay no attention to #473, holding out served no purpose. She left the cell and moments later the dividing wall opened up so the Susan and Tiffany could once again see and talk to each other. Tiffany was far too naïve to see an ulterior motive to this.
The two girls, nether of whom was restrained in any way, once again met in the middle of their cells, separated only by the bars between them. They immediately held each other’s hands, as they laid on the cold floor, just as they had done the previous few evenings.
“What did she say to you Tiffany?” Susan asked.
“The same thing she always does, ‘submission is inevitable, give your self up to us’ blah blah blah!”
The two girls laughed quietly, not wanting to give the guards any reason to come in and break them up. Little did either know that Natasha was not going to let that happen anyway. She was listening to every word they said. She wanted to do everything possible to strengthen their relationship in order to make it that much more devastating when Tiffany finally did surrender.
“I don’t know how much more I can go on Susan. The shaving alone every morning is more than I can bear; it hurts so much and then what they do to us afterwards is usally ten times worse. I just, I just, I just don’t think I can take it anymore.” Again the waterworks started with Tiffany. Susan reached through the bars and gently tried to brush away the tears. She tried to rub the back of Tiffany’s neck to help console her, but it appeared to be having little effect this time.
Tiffany finally managed to regain her composure and continued. “More then anything, I just don’t want to let you down Susan. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I feel so close to you. I don’t want you to have to go through this by yourself.” She managed a tiny smile.
“Thank you Tiffany, thank you so much, I will be alright though. Please don’t worry about me. I have already been through this before when they took my friend Missy away.”
Tiffany looked at Susan’s almost angelic face and knew instantly she had never felt so close to anybody in her life. Susan was so brave, why couldn’t she be as strong she thought to herself. Tiffany leaned forward and scrunched her face up to the bars in an attempt to try and kiss Susan. Susan met her and they exchanged an awkward smooch on the lips. They kissed again, neither thinking much of it, like it was just such a natural thing. Both girls needed to feel something good at a time like this and all they really had now was each other.
Neither girl was a lesbian, not yet anyway, but both were undeniably attracted to one another. Tiffany lifted up her skimpy white skirt and gently placed Susan’s left hand on the chastity belt guarding her cunt. Normally Susan would have pulled away at a moment like this, like she had with Missy a few weeks earlier. But now what was the harm? Tiffany needed her now; the girl was obviously in horrible pain. Susan moved her hand around trying desperately to get access to Tiffany’s aching, yet also increasingly moist pussy. The belt was on too tightly though and it ultimately left both girls frustrated and their impromptu sexual liaison soon fizzled out. Tiffany thanked her new friend for her efforts and slid off to sleep, all the while holding Susan’s hand tightly.
Meanwhile back in Natasha office, she herself had no such trouble reaching orgasm. Watching the activity of those two girls made her hot indeed, so she merely slid a free hand up her skirt and diddled her clit to a satisfying orgasm.
For Natasha, there was something oddly fascinating about two girls coming together in times of great duress and expressing themselves through sexual indulgence. The fact that nothing of consequence really happened made it all the more delicious for her. Natasha loved chastity belts and her obsession with them had only grown through the years. She loved knowing that she and she alone, had complete control of a slave’s pussy at all times while they were on her premises. But more than that though she enjoyed watching the frustration of girl’s like Tiffany who was now unable to experience the heights of female ecstasy. This bizarre joy came from the fact that she also was unable to achieve orgasm as a young girl. But this was for an entirely different set of reasons. Natasha was often the victim of stinging rebukes from other women whom she wrongly assumed were also lesbians. Her sexual needs nearly always went unfulfilled when she was younger. It was for that very reason that she now enjoyed seeing so many pretty girls left sexually dissatisfied.
Chapter Twenty Four
The next morning was filled with delicious anticipation for Natasha. It was day number seven for young Tiffany and Natasha and it was all but certain that one of them would be signing on the dotted line today. Natasha truly loved seeing a girl surrender herself to the inevitable, seeing the final act of capitulation of a young girl was something she never tired of. Fully 70% of all girls brought to Stonebrair signed the contract on the first day they were permitted to. Many more would have done it much sooner, perhaps on day three or four of their incarceration, but Dr. Olga had convinced Mistress Natasha it was unwise to allow that. It was unwise to put a girl into the Chamber who had not 100% fully committed herself to a life of lesbian slavery. Natasha was certainly in no position to question the good Doctor’s professional expertise, so she simply went along with the program. It had worked beautifully for 15+ years, why change anything now?
What Natasha was really excited about now was seeing Susan’s reaction to Tiffany’s eventual surrender. She was sure that young Susan would not also join her new friend in succumbing, forcing Natasha herself into taking matters into her own hands the following evening. That was what she really wanted more than anything, to put Dominique in an even more compromising position, so she carefully devised a scheme for today’s joint torture session where hopefully only Tiffany would take the bait.
It was 10:00 AM now and Susan and Tiffany were done with their morning shaves and were prepared for their first session in Sub-basement 2. Natasha took her private elevator down one flight and met Dominique, who was waiting nervously outside the door, along with several of her team members.
“Are we all set ladies?” Natasha asked.
“Yes Mistress, the 16DPD is aligned and the girls are prepared.” One of the two orderlies responded promptly and politely.
“Thank you ladies, you may leave us now.”
“Yes Mistress.” They both replied in unison, trying to hide their obvious disappointment at not being allowed to witness this procedure. Almost everyone on the staff loved watching this one.
Natasha and Dominique paid them no heed as the two younger workers walked away. Before going in Natasha grabbed Dominique’s arm and said, “Don’t worry Dominique, I won’t let it happen to Susan, I promise, this is just a bluff to get Tiffany to take the bait. As you know today is day number seven for her. Just seeing Tiffany give in should be all we need to get your sister to follow in her footsteps.” So convincing was Natasha that she almost believed this lie herself.
Dominique wanted to believe her Mistress, wanted to believe her more than anything as she was not sure how much longer she could go on torturing her younger sibling. She managed a somewhat reassuring glace to Natasha as the two older doms walked into the room.
In the middle of the room were both girls, completely naked and each laying flat on their backs. Each was heavily restrained on identical padded leather tables. They were facing each other in a way as the the soles of their feet almost touched. Their feet were separated by only a few inches and their legs were spread wide open. On each of their respective tables, in between their outstretched legs, was a large black box, maybe 3 feet long, the contents of which was unclear.
Natasha started speaking to them almost immediately. “My dear sweet girls, #473 and #475, how long are we going to keep this up? You must be getting very tired of this, especially you #473; it has been what 14-15 days for you? You must know certainly that you will give into us eventually don’t you? Then we can begin the far more pleasant part of converting your delicious little body into that of a lesbian slave.”
Susan didn’t respond to the obvious taunt. Natasha was well aware of Susan’s ultra strict religious background. She was well aware that in Susan’s mind she would be committing an unpardonable sin in the eyes of the church by engaging in any type of lesbian sex. Susan was smart enough to know that that ant reaction on her part would only serve to only goad Natasha on even more and she didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
Natasha admired her for not taking the bait and just stared directly at the defiant young beauty. “Very well then, here is what we are going to do next.” She pulled a dark curtain away from the wall closet to the girls, one that they could both easily see despite their prone positions. Behind a glass case were 2 columns of neatly arranged black dildos. “That’s right girls, you are both about to be fucked and fucked hard!” Natasha said ominously and without any hesitation.
The Mistress walked between the two girls and picked up the box between their wide-open legs, revealing two motorized contraptions with piston pumps and long mechanical arms, the intent of which was only to obvious.
“You see girls there is price for insolence, and now you are both going to learn it. Right now you are in a room known to us internally as “Number 16”. We call it that because if you look closely at the cabinet, each pair of side-by-side dildos equals 16 inches in length.”
Looking over at the display Susan and Tiffany could indeed see that the right side of the case had a long dildo on the top shelf followed with a slightly smaller one on the next shelf down and so on. As the sizes on one side grew smaller the ones on the opposite side grew larger.
Natasha gave them a moment to survey the case before continuing. “Let me be a little bit more precise on exactly what is going to happen next. The machines between your legs are specially modified devices that are going to drive one of those dildos deep into your cunts, exactly how deep will be for each of you two to decide. The devices will not stop for any reason, they are machines remember, they will show you no mercy, they are designed to do one thing and one thing only, to repeatedly fuck your pussy with whatever we attach to it!”
Tiffany started to cry again, and even the normally resolute Susan was beginning to get extremely nervous. Somehow she had managed to avoid being penetrated, they could have done it at anytime to her she was sure of that, but now it appeared her long cherished virginity was in serious jeopardy.
“What you two are going to do now is play a devilish little game we like to call ‘divide the inches’. Here is how you play; there is a total of sixteen total inches of dildos over there in that cabinet that are going to get rammed into your little pussies’. I don’t care if one of you wants to take the whole sixteen and the other one of you takes nothing. It doesn’t make any difference to me. But when we come back in here you two better agree on who is taking what. Because if you don’t agree I will up the total to eighteen or even twenty inches, or more if I feel like. Am I making myself clear?!?” Natasha screamed at the two girls, ratcheting up the pressure even further on them.
She was getting tired of playing games with Susan, or at least that is what she wanted Dominique to think. The real game was being played on her loyal Commandant, as Dominique would soon find out.
Dominique and Natasha left the room, leaving the two scared girls alone to make this awful decision.
It took a few moments for Tiffany to compose herself, but she knew that she had to. Her new friend needed her now. She caught her breath and managed to bawl out, “I think I can take 10 inches Susan, I want take more for you but I just don’t think I can handle it. I have never had anything in me that big.”
“Thank you Tiffany, it’s not necessary I will be able to do my share.” She responded unconvincingly as she was equally scared and it showed in her cracking voice.
“It’s not fair these fucking bitches, you are just a virgin god damn it!!! Who do these people think they are? They have no right…” Tiffany was just working herself up into an angry froth right now, squirming, twisting and trying anything to get herself free. It was of no use she wasn’t going anywhere and she knew it, it just felt good to let off some steam. Tiffany was in fact being honest; she really did not think she could handle anything larger than that. She had limited sexual experience, and as much as she wanted more than anything to take the pressure of Susan, she didn’t dare risk it.”
Although not having Susan’s bona fide religious credentials, Tiffany was a devout Baptist. One who was raised in a God fearing family and one who always felt guilty after her few sexual encounters with boys.
Outside in the hallway, Dominique and Natasha listened in on a hidden microphone. Once the girls had made their decisions they headed in, but again not until Natasha reaffirmed the fact to her loyal underling that in no way would she violate Susan, this whole thing was merely a ruse to get Tiffany to surrender.
“OK Ladies, have we decided yet?” Natasha asked in a matter-of-fact manner, as if she didn’t already know the answer.
She looked right at Tiffany waiting for an answer, “Well?”
The terrified blond from Texas managed to mutter out, “I will take the 10 inches.”
“Excellent choice my dear, trying to take a bit more to ease the pressure on your friend? How noble of you.” Natasha responded mockingly as she headed over to the glass cabinet and grabbed both the ten and six inch dildos. She handed the shorter one to her masked companion and both proceeded to fasten the two-rubber phalluses to their corresponding mechanical arms.
Natasha took great care to ensure her rod was on firmly. She had not done this in a while, as a subordinate usually handled this type of routine matter. Her own pussy was getting moist looking into the scared girl’s eyes. It made her wish she spent more time on Level One working with the new girls. Natasha reached under the table and grabbed a lube dispenser and squirted it a couple of times on the rod before rubbing it up and down to spread it out more evenly. She then squirted a few more dollops onto her hand, which the then slowly applied to Tiffany’s silky smooth cunt. Finally she gripped the rod and positioned it into place.
Meanwhile Dominique, still hiding her shame behind her ever present mask, was going deliberately slow in applying lube to Susan’s dildo. Just as she was about to squirt some onto Susan’s inviting pussy she heard Natasha call her.
“Dominique, come over here and help me please. I think we should start with this one first.”
Dominique was relieved, as she was hoping not to be called out for here obvious delaying with the preparation of the shorter rod for her sister. She turned around and got up as Natasha was gently spreading Tiffany’s’ pussy lips to allow the head of the dildo to slide in easily. Dominique had done this many times before and was quite adept at manually controlling the machine so it would be in the correct thrusting position before beginning its forward assault.
“Please, I beg of you, you don’t have to do this. I will do what ever you want, just don’t do this to me!” Tiffany was hysterical now.
“My dear, of course you can surrender yourself now if you wish, after all it is your seventh day here and that is allowed under our rules. But to do so now would only force us to add extra inches to your young friend’s dildo. Is that really what you want?”
Tiffany thought for a moment. Of course she didn’t want this awful thing rammed inside her. But Susan didn’t either, and it wasn’t fair to her to back out now and make Susan shoulder more of the burden was it?
Natasha, and to a lesser degree Dominique, watched delightedly as this scenario played out before them. The had put girls in this delicious dilemma many times before but even with Natasha’s “guarantee” not to penetrate Susan, Dominique still felt uneasy about how things were going to play out.
After much soul searching, Tiffany finally gave her consent and nodded her head, giving her consent to begin. Dominique wasted no time and flipped the switch on the unit. Immediately the rubber head started to sink its way into Tiffany’s tender folds. The girl screamed louder and louder as it pushed further and further into her cunt. Natasha, as was her custom, checked to make sure the bonds were securely fastened. They were, allowing her to focus her attention on Tiffany’s firm breasts. She squeezed them gently and then took turns licking each of the girl’s large nipples, as if doing so would arouse the girl. She alternated her sucking between them, as the rod pumped its way deeper and deeper into the pretty Texan’s cunt.
Finally at the eight-inch mark she screamed out: “Please stop, I can’t take it anymore. I am ready to give in; I will do whatever you want!!!”
This statement, heard many many times over the years in one form or another, was music to Natasha and Dominique’s ears. This is what every staff member on Level One longed to hear each and every time they brought a new girl into to Stonebriar. It was the final act of submission, of complete surrender, of an acceptance of the reality that every girl there eventually made; that they were ready to submit themselves to the inevitable, lesbian slave hood.
Tiffany was no different than any of the 470 odd girls that had come before her, and truthfully she was one of the easier ones. Having given herself up in the minimum seven-day period would put her in the 61st percentile of all girls who would surrender on their seventh day there.
Dominique began to back the rod out of Tiffany’s wet slot as Natasha went to the wall by the door and pushed a series of buttons, indicating that it was time for the staff to come back in. While they waited, both of the women kissed Tiffany on the lips and thanked her, while also praising her courageous decision to stop fighting and accept her inevitable fate.
“Thank you number 475, I know it was not easy to go through that, but it was absolutely necessary. What is going to happen now is you will be taken back to your cell for some quiet reflection time. You will not be touched any further; I can assure you of that. In a few hours, Madam Hardings will join you in your cell. The two of you will spend some time together. Please remember she is there to help you. She will answer any questions you have and reaffirm that you have made the right decision here today. Then she will ask you to sign the contract that you have heard so much about. Once you do that we can take the next step into your lesbian enslavement.”
Tiffany began to cry again, even harder this time as she was removed carefully from the bindings on the table and then placed on a cart and wheeled out of the room. “Be strong Susan, I know you will, don’t let these fucking bitches…!”
Her voice trailed off as a hand was placed over her mouth and then the door finally slammed behind them, leaving only the two brutal women and one very scared sixteen-year-old girl. Natasha took Dom’s hand and led her into the corner, out of earshot.
In hushed tones Natasha said, “OK Dominique, I promised he we would not do this now and we won’t. Let’s have her taken back to her room where she can wait for the rest of the day in her cell. We will keep the wall down so she cannot see what is going on with #475, when she is taken away we will raise the wall, so she can see that her friend is gone. Hopefully this will be the straw the breaks the camel’s back and she will give into us, if not we will have to reevaluate our strategy.” Natasha knew exactly what she was going to do.
Dominique, for her part, had no choice but to go along with the plan. She doubted it would work; nothing seemed to faze her sister Susan, not even the loss of her best friend Missy just over a week ago. Why would this be any different she thought?
Susan just lay there and listed to the ominous sounding whispers coming from the other side of the room. She was starting to get cold now and this seemed to bother her as much as the horrible apparatus waiting between her legs. This went on for several minutes until, inexplicably the two women left the room. She knew from experience not to get her hopes up, as horrible things happened to her body daily, but it appeared she had dodged a bullet. This almost assuredly was the case when two of the orderlies’ came in and put her chastity belt back on. One even muttered, “It looks like this is your lucky day bitch.”
They untied her from the table and even put a robe over her before wheeling her back to her cell. There she was tossed in and left only with her thoughts as the wall between her cell and Tiffany’s had been indeed been lowered. Susan desperately wanted to talk to her friend, to thank her for her bravery when they were together. Whatever was going to happen to her next she wanted to be there for her, to let her know she would be praying for her. But it was not to be, the wall stayed down. For Susan, the only way to join her new friend, and even her old friend Missy, was to follow them down the same path.
Chapter Twenty Five
It was now eight or so in the evening and Madam Hardings was in Natasha’s office. A custom that the two women shared before the older lady went to collect the all-important signature from the surrendering girl. They shared a few laughs before beginning their discussion on just how important this evening was compared to all the others. It was not Patricia’s first visit that they were concerned about tonight it was the second. Patty got up and left Natasha’s office, passing Dominique who waiting nervously in the lobby. The two co-workers shared exchanged brief pleasantries before the older woman took the long walk down to Tiffany’s cell. Dominique was almost certain that Madam Hardings did not know her terrible secret and in no way did she want to let on how much she was hoping that the older women could convince her sister to give up her own struggle.
The young protégé sat down in her familiar chair across from her boss.
“Don’t worry my dear, everything will be all right. Just relax; let’s see how things go before you get all uptight, OK? Can I get you a drink?”
Dominique nodded and the Mistress handed her her favorite, a high ball. This simple pleasure was yet another reason she was glad she turned her back on her religion. Such minor delights as this were forbidden. The two women sat back and watched a large flat screen monitor behind Natasha’s desk come to life with images beamed to them from a camera located in Tiffany’s cell. The poor girl just sat on her cell arms wrapped tightly around her knees, clearly in deep thought, and then the cell door opened.
“Hello #475, how are you my love?” Patricia asked in an ever so cheery manner.
Tiffany was non-responsive, But Ms. Hardings continued anyway. “I guess you have some good news for me.”
Tiffany again didn’t say anything. How could anybody but these monsters think this was ‘good news’?
Madam Hardings sat down next to her on the tiny cot and put her arm around the sobbing girl’s shoulders.
“I know you’re scared, that is completely normal. You have every reason to be nervous. People are always afraid of the unknown. But I am here to tell you #475 that it won’t be that bad, the worst part is over. You have been very brave and now it is time to let yourself go and take the next step.”
“But what is the next step? What is going to happen to me? Why is the happening to me?” The blonde sputtered out, gently pushing herself away from Patricia’s embrace.
“I think we have already been through the why, hmm? Let’s try to focus on the what. In a few hours you are going to be taken to a private bedroom, it a little bit nicer than your cell. The bed is bigger and comfier and you will be given a few luxury items that were not made available to you here. You will be encouraged to get a good night’s sleep as tomorrow morning is the big day.”
“Big day for what, what are you going to do to me?” Tiffany asked fearfully.
“Tomorrow morning you will be taken to the most secure and important room in this entire facility. This room is located deep underground. It is there that you will be irreversibly transformed into a lesbian.”
Tiffany’s face turned ashen white. Her mouth became bone dry but somehow she muttered out; “What do you mean ‘transformed’? How is such a thing possible? What is exactly is going to happen to me?” Tiffany was getting more agitated now; this was exactly what Patty did not want. She was here to calm the girls, not rile them up.
Meanwhile back in Natasha’s office, she turned on a second monitor, this one with a live feed from Susan’s cell. Here Natasha and Dominique could watch Susan as she herself watched the monitor with the same feed coming in from Tiffany’s cell. Natasha allowed the feed because she wanted Susan to see the proceedings in the cell next door, without having to raise the wall between the cells. Such a move could cause Susan to disrupt the carefully orchestrated proceedings. That was the last thing Natasha wanted. Her only goal now was to have Susan see Tiffany sign the document and again feel the crushing despair of loneliness and isolation as another one of her friends was led away.
Dominique and Natasha alternated between the screens. Dominique could not help but feel the pain her sister was going through as she watched Susan cry at the plight of Tiffany next door. Susan just mumbled to herself. “Please hang on Tiffany, Please!” Dominique was clearly having a hard time with this, but Natasha ignored her as she focused back on Madam Hardings and Tiffany
Patricia had dealt with this reluctant girl situation many times and she knew it was best to try and calm them down. It was not uncommon to have girls became extremely nervous at this stage. Their whole lives were about to be changed forever and it was only natural for them to have questions, even if they didn’t really want to hear the answer.
Patty reached back over to Tiffany and put her hand on the girl’s tender left thigh, careful not to be too aggressive, but in more of a soothing motion.
“I know you are scared honey, I wish I could tell you more about what goes on down there. But the truth is I can’t. It’s not because I am holding something back, it’s because truthfully I don’t know. No one, except for Mistress Natasha and someone you have not met yet, a woman named Dr. Olga are ever allowed in there.”
Patricia was not lying about this. No one, no matter how many times they asked, was ever allowed into the chamber. It was perhaps the most frustrating thing about working at Stonebriar.
“Let me reassure you thought, #475, that every girl that has gone in there has come out in perfect health. You have nothing to fear in that regard, I can promise you. The only thing that will change is your sexual orientation. From that point forward you will forever have a yearning to pleasure and be pleasured by other women. That does not sound so bad does it?” Patricia tried to put a positive spin on it. What little she knew of the procedure was that it was terribly painful for the girls. But she, like everyone else at Stonebriar, was only concerned with the results.
Tiffany hardly seemed convinced though. “I don’t want to be a lesbian though that just isn’t normal.”
“When it is over #475, you will have a new definition of normal. Please remember that all of us here are lesbians and we seem to get along just fine, we are completely normal. I know you will see things differently after the chamber. There is a whole other world out there of sexual delights and we are going to teach you all about the joys of it.”
This comment was completely disingenuous, as evidence by the chuckle coming from Natasha’s office. The Madam knew full well that every girl that left Stonebriar was sold into sexual slavery, and few, if any, ever got to participate in all the pleasures that lesbian sex had to offer. After all the girls were going to be trained into becoming sex slaves, who by definition where made to pleasure other women, not the other way around. Their own sexual gratification was secondary, if even ranked that high by their new mistresses.
Tiffany just sat there on her cot, trying to fully comprehend what was about to happen to her. But that was impossible for someone who had never been to the chamber before and never experienced its awesome power. Madam Hardings continued anyway, trying to explain what would happen afterwards to Tiffany, following her conversion, but Tiffany only nodded, as everything else now seemed trivial.
“There is only one thing left to for me #475.” She reached down to the floor and pulled out a well-worn leather attaché. She opened it and slid out a neat one page double spaced form. “I just need you to sign this; we need to make it official.”
Susan, watching from the next cell on her own monitor, jumped up off her own cot and tried to bolt for the steel divider, forgetting for a moment that there was a chain attached to her slave collar. She was jarred violently back, like a dog running too far and forgetting how long their leach was. Susan managed to get up and compose herself quickly before screaming out…"DONT SIGN THE PAPER, GOD IS WITH US AND HE WILL TAKE CARE OF US."
The walls were soundproofed though, to prevent just such words of encouragement. She screams it over and over, balling her eyes out. Natasha, rapt with attention at the two screens hardly notices Dominique’s increasing discomfort. It is almost too much for her to handle. Finally Natasha notices her friend’s uneasiness and turns off the screen to Susan’s cell.
“I know how hard it is Dominique, believe me I know. But this is better for her and better for us too. This way we don’t have to hurt her physically to get what we want, the metal anguish she must be feeling should be enough to break her.” Natasha was doing the best she could to offer words of encouragement. No doubt this was agonizing for Dominique, but now Natasha was starting to have doubts about her protégé’s mental toughness.
Back in Tiffany’s cell, Madam Hardings allowed the girl to take a quick peek at the paper before adding: “This is certainly not a legal document #475; it of course would never stand up in a court of law. But obviously it will never be seen in a court of law. This is largely for your benefit in that you are now making a life altering commitment to us. Really it is for you to get over the “psychological hump” so to speak of agreeing to move forward with this process.
“And if I refuse?” Tiffany asked, but not in a terribly defiant manner.
“I will tell you it does happen from time to time. Girls will say one thing under the emotional duress of extreme torture only to renege when the pain has subsided. The only result of that kind of foolishness will be that you will be hauled out of here and put through an even more brutal series of tortures until you have no more second thoughts. The net outcome will be that you and I will have this same discussion in here tomorrow night and you will be in much more pain and I will get your signature then. Does that sound like something you want?” She added forcefully.
Tiffany began to weep again, and the Madam resumed her more matronly approach and held her tight. A few minutes passed and they separated. No words were exchanged, Patricia simply reached over and handed the pretty young blond her trusty gold pen. The girl signed the paper and handed it back to the older woman. Patty reached over and gave her a kiss on the lips and then the forehead before tucking the paper back inside the leather binder and exiting the room.
Next door the crushed and dejected Susan just curled up in a ball and cried on her cot.
“God she is good isn’t she?” Natasha remarked to no one in particular and not being terribly sensitive to Dominique sitting only a few feet away, “I just love to watch her work.”
Dominique was non-committal; instead she just sat in her chair and watched the other monitor, now flipped back on to show Susan’s cell. She was far more concerned about the outcome of Madam Hardings visit in the adjacent cell than what just took place in Tiffany’s. Natasha also took her seat again and sat down to watch the proceedings with her subordinate.
Patricia unlocked the door and walked into Susan’s cell. The defiant young girl was also sitting on her cot, but made no attempt to acknowledge her visitor. Their relationship had been a frosty one since the very beginning, as Susan simply refused to accept that Madam Hardings was anything but shill and a sworn enemy to her. Regardless Patricia sat down next to her.
“I know you hate me #473, as much as I have tried to reach out to you and befriend you nothing has worked. I guess I just can’t get through to everyone. But all of your anger won’t change anything. What is going to happen to you is inevitable. There is nothing you, or I, or anyone here can do to change that.” Patricia stopped for a moment and pressed a button on the remote control in her hand. The wall between her cell and the one next to it started to rise.
“Look over there #473, she is gone. Just like your best friend before her and the friend that you will make with whoever is put in that cell next. There is no point in going on like this; they will do whatever they have to do to break you. And they will #473, every girl is broken eventually, it is simply a matter of how much pain you are willing to endure before you surrender yourself to the inevitable.”
Patricia stopped for a moment, allowing the words to sink in and hoping for some kind of response. Instead she got a blank look and then Susan turned away again.
The Madam ratcheted up the pressure, knowing that both Dominique and Natasha were watching and were no doubt hoping that Susan too would sign the contract. “I am going to be honest with you #473; they have been going easy on you, far easier then on any other girl that had been here this long. I am sure it has something to do with this.” She reached over and flipped the gold “V” charm dangling from Susan’s necklace.
“I can tell you though that you are not the first virgin that has been in here, perhaps the youngest, but definitely not the first. They generally approach girls like you with a bit more care, but now I am certain that your lack of any sexual experience will mean nothing to them now. The staff here is getting tired of your insolence. Starting tomorrow all the kid gloves are going to be taken off. If you think it has been hard on you these past two weeks, you haven’t seen anything yet. Is that really what you want?” Patricia asked, her voice starting to rise now and the insulation that Susan’s virginity was at risk being all too obvious.
Susan again showed little emotion, she merely turned and said: “I told you I will never give into you f--ing people, you are wasting your time, now get out!” Susan screamed, still unable to use an expletive because of her strong Christian values.
Patricia was pissed and thought about slapping the little bitch across the face, but that would only serve to anger Natasha. No girl was ever allowed to be treated in such a manner for any reason; it was simply bad for business and terribly unprofessional. There were certainly other ways of dealing with disrespect of this magnitude. Patricia simply said nothing and walked away. She stared up at the camera, shook her head and gave a look like she gave it her best shot, and then walked out the cell door, careful to make sure it was locked.
Meanwhile back in Natasha’s office, Dominique had a troubled look on her face. This was certainly not what she expected. She had bought into Natasha’s plan a week ago of treating Susan gingerly in the hopes that Tiffany’s capitulation would be a mortal blow to her sister’s psyche and then she too would give in. Instead the whole plan had clearly backfired and Susan appeared more defiant than ever.
Such instances in the past would have brought out the very worst in Dominique and added immensely to her sexual thrill of torturing her slaves more brutally. But just the opposite was the case here. She had already put her sister through two weeks of hell and Natasha was likely to insist on much worse to break Susan.
“Well that did not turn out as we thought did it?” Natasha said, deliberately understating the obvious. Truthfully though she was delighted at this pleasant turn of events, as she was one step closer to achieving her grand plan.
Natasha took a deep breath before dropping her next bombshell.
“OK Dominique, I think this is what we need to do. I know you have been dreading this moment more than anything, but I think it is time to go to Susan and reveal your true identity. Talk to her, it won’t be easy for her to understand what is going on and nothing you can say to her will make her feel any better, but you must talk to her and try to get her to succumb to our will. I just don’t see any other way.”
“Mistress, I can’t.” Dominique begged. “What can I possibly do or say to her? This is the ultimate betrayal. She will never understand, never be able to comprehend my horrible actions.”
Natasha got up from behind the desk and sat in the chair next to Dominique and pulled it close. She put her hands on Dom’s shoulders. “I know how hard this is, believe me, I can’t imagine what you are going through right now. But we talked about this Dominique; from the very beginning we talked about this. We agreed that you would wear the mask when you were with her, every session with her you had it on. It was a crutch for you to hide behind. To hide behind the shame you must feel for doing something so awful to your own flesh and blood. I know this is hard to hear now, I can honestly tell I would have done the same thing my dear, but now it is time to remove the mask and let your self be known to her! She must listen to you now, not as Dominique her captor and torturer, but as Karen Richardson, her older sister who knows what’s best for her!”
Dominique sat back in her chair and took another sip of her drink before answering. “Mistress I knew this day would come, I was just hoping to do this after the conversion, when hopefully she would be more understanding, now it is going to make it that much more difficult.”
“I know it is Dominique, I was hoping that it would happen that way too, but none of us thought she would be this tough. She is only 16 for God’s sake! But we can’t let this go on any longer; the staff is starting to protest! When we first brought her in here I assured them it would be only 6 days of punishment, now we are going on over two whole weeks!” Natasha was starting to raise her voice, in a calculated manner to impress upon Dominique the urgency of her actions.
“Nobody likes to see a girl so young suffer like this for so long. This can only lead to a disgruntled staff, and I don’t need to remind you of how much that scares me, do I? All it takes is one person here to have misgivings about what we are doing and that can bring the whole operation down.”
Dominique met Natasha’s eyes; she knew full well the risks of a discontented employee. The last thing she wanted was to have Natasha go over it again for the thousandth time.
“We can’t risk it Dominique, we have to do everything we can to get her to capitulate tonight, otherwise I am going to have to take matters into my own hands and force the issue.”
This was a threat that Dominique did not want to hear, obviously, but she was hardly surprised. Dominique was stunned at the fortitude of her younger sister. Nevertheless she had to ask, “What do you mean Mistress?”
“I don’t want to scare you Dominique, but I am afraid your judgment has been clouded by this whole ordeal. You are not to be blamed for that of course, anyone’s would be in this situation. I am asking you to do something you don’t want to do, I completely understand that. But you must remember before this whole thing began I told you how much I needed someone to step forward and take the reins of Stonebriar from me. You wanted to be that person Dominique. I know how much you wanted it two weeks ago and I can only assume you want it just as now. But getting the things we truly want in life is never easy, and this unfortunately will be one of those times. I need you to go to Susan, convince her how important it is for her to listen to you now. It’s the only way my dear, or else we must resort to more drastic measures.”
Dominique gulped a little bit, as well she should. This was going to be the hardest thing that she had ever done in her life and failure would likely bring unimaginable heartbreak to her, and even worse pain for her sister. She got up, put her mask on and headed down the hallway to her sister’s cell.
The walk was cold and lonely, and she walked at a much slower pace than normal to give herself more time to think. Finally she got to the door and hesitated for another minute or so before finally entering the PIN combination. She took a deep breath, summoned up the courage from deep within her, and walked into the cell.
Chapter Twenty Six
Back in Natasha’s office, The Mistress warmly welcomed her true soul mate, Dr. Olga. These two wicked women had been anticipating this moment since they had hatched their diabolical plan to kidnap Susan many months ago. Like two men eagerly awaiting a championship football game, the two ladies were glued to an oversized monitor sending back the action, live from Susan’s cell. This was likely to be one the high points of Natasha’s career and she could not wait to watch the next chapter of this insidious drama unfold.
Natasha had an extra hidden camera installed in the cell as well as several additional, well concealed microphones, as she did not want to miss any of the action. Dominique of course was not notified of any of these additional modifications. Natasha wanted to make absolutely certain that her friend and long time employee could be trusted in this extremely delicate interaction with her younger sister. Yes she had done masterfully these past two weeks, far better than Natasha could have expected, but things could change dramatically once Susan was made aware of the real identity of the woman responsible for inflicting so much pain on her. The extra monitoring devices would help confirm Dominique’s allegiance.
Susan lay motionless on her cot as Dominique pushed the door open. She was asleep, which gave the older sibling a few more seconds to put her thoughts into words. Dominique looked up and saw that the red light on the camera in the corner was on, confirming what she already knew for certain; Natasha was watching and listening in on every move she was about to make. The cuffs and the ball gag had been removed from Susan, only the neck chain remained.
The young girl finally stirred, it took her a minute, but her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit cell and she saw her tormentor, with her mask still on, standing over her. Susan slid back on her cot, but Dominique did not make an aggressive move towards her.
“I did not mean to scare you; I thought you may be still awake.” Dominique began tenderly.
“What do you want? I told your old bitch friend I would never surrender to you, why don’t you get the hell out of here too?” Susan responded, hardly sounding like the Christian girl she was, clearly no longer interested in talking to anyone.
“I am not here to fight with you Susan; I am here to talk to you as someone who truly wants to help you.”
Susan thought this was unusual, as she had not heard her actual name used by a staff person since she got here two weeks ago. Regardless she still said, “Get away from me, you are not here to help me, you have been the worst one here to me, now you say you want to help me?”
“I know it sounds hard to believe, but I really do Susan. What I am about to tell you is the hardest thing I have ever told anyone in my life. But rather than tell you I am just going to show you.”
Susan sat motionless as the older woman reached up and removed the mask from her face. It took her a moment to process what she was seeing but when she did the young girl just sat there completely befuddled, not fully believing her own two eyes. She had seen this woman only once since she was five years old, but she was absolutely certain who she was.
“Karen is that you? Oh my god I can’t believe it! Why? What is happening?” Susan was a bundle of conflicting emotions, unsure of how to act towards her or even what to say. One part of her wanted to be happy as this was the first time she had seen her sister in years, but the other part could not fully process what this same person had done to her over these last two weeks.
It had been years since Susan had seen her older sister, but she recognized her now. To make sure that Susan was fully aware of who she was, Dominique slid a copy of her birth certificate over to her, that she removed from her pocket, so there could be no doubt of her true identity.
Karen had been estranged from the family for many years, having run away from home when she herself was just eighteen. Susan’s parents rarely spoke about her, but from what the younger girl had been able to gather from her other siblings was that Karen chaffed at the stern upbringing thrust upon her in their ultra-religious family and she ran away from home the first chance she got. An attempt at rapprochement four years ago, of which Susan was barely involved, had ended badly and that was the last time Karen had made any contact with anyone in the Richardson family.
Dominique tried to force a smile, unsure of what to say or do next. Her younger sibling of course was just as confused but managed to ask, finally. “Please tell me Karen, why, why are you doing this to me?” she demanded.
“Susan, I want you to listen to me very carefully now. I know how angry and frustrated you are right now and how much you must hate me. But before you say anything else I want you to listen to me.” Dominique sat on the cot next to her sister.
“There is nothing in this world I would like to do more than to open that door and take you out of here, but I can’t, it is impossible. After everything that has happened to you we cannot turn back the clock. I work here Susan; I have for a few years now. I had nothing to do with bringing you or your friend here but that doesn’t matter now. What Madam Hardings has been telling you for the last few weeks is true. I know it seemed impossible to believe two weeks ago, but by know you must know that this is not a game or some type of elaborate practical joke. God, I wish it didn’t have to be this way Susan, but it is. I am going to be responsible for turning you into a lesbian slave.”
Dominique’s voice choked up a little bit when she said that, and she hated to be this blunt right off the bat. But she felt it was better to get it out of the way early, and crush Susan’s hope for a possible way out, then to drag out the inevitable, Susan was not going to get out of here. Saying these words caused her to cry a little bit, which of course led to the same reaction from her little sister.
Susan was absolutely dumbfounded. Not so much in what she was being told, she had heard this crap many times before, but in who was now actually telling them to her.
“Please, Please, Please” she begged, “tell me this isn’t true. How could my own sister do this to me?”
Dominique slid over to her younger sibling, close enough to hug her. She put her arms around her and squeezed her tight. Susan wanted to push her away but somehow she couldn’t. “I know how hard this is for you to understand, and believe me I have struggled with it every day since they brought you here. I didn’t want to do this Susan, you have to believe me, but I had no choice. They were going to turn you into a slave no matter what I said. Once I knew that was inevitable I did everything in my power to make this process as easy as possible for you. But it was been anything but that. I know it has been so hard on you, but believe me this has been just as difficult for me. Now it is about to be taken out of my hands.”
Susan finally got up the strength to push her older sister away. “You have to be out of your mind. I will never give into you Karen, ever; I don’t give a damn if you are my sister or not. I don’t even consider you my sister anyway. I have seen you once since I was five and now you are telling me you are trying to help me by kidnapping me and doing all of these horrible things to me. Are you out of your f---ing mind? I told that old bitch and I will tell you the same thing ‘I will never succumb to you or anyone at this horrible place’.”
Dominique, not wanting to argue with her now incensed sister, paid her no attention. She had something far more important to tell her. “Listen to me Susan, I know you have no reason to believe me, but trust me when I tell you that what has happened to you before is nothing compared to what is going to happen to you tomorrow if you don’t sign that damn contract. This is not a time to be acting tough. Mistress Natasha is a hard-ass bitch and she will do what ever is necessary to break you, do you understand me?”
Dominique was getting panicky now, ordinarily she would never have used those words to describe her friend and mentor, especially knowing that she was certainly watching everything on the monitor, but now she felt she had no choice.
It was becoming painfully clear that Dominique was in way over her head with this situation and was looking for a way out. She was caught between two intractable people, a 39-year-old woman who had become her mentor and best friend, and a sixteen-year-old, stubborn, tough as nails girl who just happened to be her sister. Only one of them held all the cards and only one would win this battle of wills. Unfortunately neither sister knew how far Natasha was willing to go to get what she wanted. Sadly for Susan she had no idea of what she would be in for by refusing to listen to her sister, but for some people the only way they knew how to live was to deal with the consequences of their own actions.
“You are going to have to live with this Karen, not me. I am not going to give you what you want merely by surrendering to you now. Whatever you are going to do to me you are going to have to live with the guilt. I am not going to make it easy on you. Remember the Lord is on my side.”
Once again the young girl had left all of her tormentors stunned. Knowing that escape was impossible, she played the only things she had left, the guilt card and the religious card. She did this hoping that in some way that Karen/Dominique would have a change of heart and help her get out of there. That was impossible of course, Dominique was in way too deep for that, and what Susan forgot was that religion is one of the reasons she left her home in the first place. Natasha and Dr. Olga stared at the monitor, breathlessly waiting to hear Dominique’s response.
“You little bitch”, Dominique replied back. “You keep thinking this is all about you. Well what about me? Our parents treated me like a leper the entire time I was growing up. I was always the ugly duckling, I could never do anything right. My grades were never good enough, I was never pretty enough, and I never had the right friends. Do you think it was easy growing up in that kind of environment?”
Dominique just stopped for a minute and stared and her sister, who said nothing.
“And when mom and dad found out I was a lesbian the disowned me. And everyone wonders why I ran away and had no contact with the family. Well maybe it’s time to even the score a little bit. Maybe you should try walking in my shoes. It was not easy being a lesbian in that shit hole town we grew up in. You can’t even imagine the ridicule, the shame and embarrassment I went through every day. Now you are going to find out what it’s like being me.”
It was an impassioned plea no doubt; Dr. Olga and Natasha were very impressed. Dominique was trying to justify her barbaric actions by whipping herself into unjustifiable anger. Natasha was certain that Dominique could not possibly believe any of that gibberish she just spat out. It didn’t matter though. All she wanted was for these newfound emotions to carry over into tomorrow and last long enough to get her to participate in the savagery that Natasha had planned for Susan.
Back in the cell the verbal jousting continued. “So what happened to you growing up is enough to justify what you are doing to me know. How the hell is that fair?” Susan shot back, the anger rising in her voice. “I was just a kid when you ran away, I barely even knew you. You still haven’t even told me why you would be doing something like this to anyone, let alone your sister.”
Dominique had had a lot of time to think about this. Other girls had asked her this type of question in one form or another but she never answered them. She had been trained to avoid any type of dialogue with the slaves. She was there to torture and break the girls and moved on to the next one, that was it; she was not there to justify her actions. But with Susan though Dominique felt she deserved an answer.
“I will tell you Susan, but it’s complicated and I don’t think you will be able to understand anyway. Like most of the women here I grew up a confused and bitter girl. I was laughed at and mocked because of my sexual feelings for other girls. High school was a living hell for me. When those feeling were not reciprocated by other girls I just become even angrier. I eventually ran away from those people we call our parents. Eventually I got a job working in a lesbian fetish club in San Francisco. It was there that I met Mistress Natasha and she introduced me to a world where I didn’t need to be ashamed of whom I was. Even better she helped me to seek out and find people who shared the same sexual fantasies and fetishes that I did. Eventually she gave me a chance to come and work here. I will admit to you that at first I was shocked and even a little repulsed at what went on. But she made me stay for a few days and she helped explain why they did what they did. Once I did I soon came to understand it and accept it.”
Susan cut her off abruptly. “What do you mean ‘understand and accept’? How could you do something like this to me Karen, let alone anyone else?”
“I told you Susan, I had no idea you or your friend were coming here. I was stunned when Mistress Natasha showed me your picture and told me you were already here. You don’t have to believe that but it’s the truth. But once you were here I had no choice but to participate. It’s my job. I tried to make it as easy as possible for you, but you are so stubborn. Do you think I take pleasure in doing this to my own flesh and blood?”
It was a stupid question and Dominique regretted saying it the moment it left her lips. She knew exactly what the answer was going to be.
“Of course you do you god damn bitch, otherwise you would let me go.” Susan had never used that phrase in her life, but she couldn’t bite her tongue any longer.
Dominique just stopped for a minute. For the first time since she had been employed at Stonebriar she broke down in tears. She knew everything she said was bullshit. Whatever kind of twisted logic she was trying to use on her ultra-intelligent sister was not working. Further discussion with her was a waste of time and would only serve to make this ordeal harder. The two sisters stared at each other for a full and terribly awkward five minutes, neither making a sound or a move.
Back in her office, even the steel hearted Natasha felt some sympathy for the Richardson girls. This entire tribulation had turned out to be far trickier then she could have ever imagined. But regardless, it was much too late to turn back now. She looked at Dr. Olga, who was also speechless, and finally back again at the screen.
At last there was some activity in the cell Dominique finally broke the silence. “Please Susan I beg of you, listen to me now. I can’t stand to do this anymore to you. Please submit I can’t help you anymore. Mistress Natasha will stop at nothing to break you and I don’t want to see you suffer anymore.”
It was a last ditch plea, one that came from the deepest recesses of Dominique’s heart. But it of course was the exact opposite of what Susan wanted to hear. She was hoping against hope that her brief reconnection with her sister would lead her to put a stop to this madness and promise to help her get out. But there would be no such luck. Susan simply stared at her older sibling who stared back with tear filled eyes and shook her head no. The dejected Dominique said nothing, said nothing and simply walked away. She closed and locked the cell door and then burst out hysterically in tears in the hallway.
The walk back to Natasha’s office was especially difficult.
“You have nothing to be sad about Dominique you did a wonderful job under very difficult circumstances, I am so very proud of you. She is simply being unreasonable. It is hard to deal with people like that when they are in that frame of mind.” Natasha consoled her friend, trying to disguise her pleasure at this most fortunate turn of events.
Dominique could only shake her head and try not to cry any more. She hated to show weakness in front of the Mistress, under any circumstances, but she was sure Natasha would understand this.
“I want you to get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow is going to be a difficult day for you and your sister, but I promise they will only get easier after that.” Natasha offered, giving her minion a soft kiss on the cheek.
“Yes Mistress.” Is all that she could mutter before bowing her head and exiting the room gloomily.
“How do you think she is holding up?” Natasha asked Dr. Olga was hiding out of sight around the corner.
“Very well under the circumstances Mistress. This is the hardest thing you have ever asked anyone to do for you.”
“I know that my friend, but she will come around. I know her too well. And if she doesn’t? Oh well, nothing will stop us from training and selling this girl, not even an overprotective older sister. There is too much at stake here.” Natasha reassured her partner.
“I am not worried, my friend. She has grown considerably into just the kind of Commandant we had hoped for when we met her a few years ago. She will do fine.”
Dr. Olga was referencing a night about four years ago, when she and Natasha had made a rare venture away from the compound. A very important customer had invited them to a swanky and ultra-private lesbian S&M club in San Francisco. There they watched in fascination as an extraordinary young woman acted the part of a ruthless dominatrix in a series of hardcore lesbian fetish fantasies: Teacher and innocent student, Female Pilot and misbehaving stewardess, Cop and unwitting prisoner. Each time the Dom in the story behaved in an increasingly aggressive and almost violent manner towards her cowering subjects. If this was acting it was sure hard to tell to that to the riveted audiences who packed the club every night.
Clearly captivated by the performances, Natasha insisted upon a meeting with the young woman. Once in her dressing room Natasha asked the young thespian if she might be interested in performing the “real thing” on real girls, not just actresses. After a few more meetings to see if Natasha was serious, and an exhaustive background check by the Stonebriar team, Karen Richardson was offered a position as a Commandant at Stonebriar, where she had been employed ever since.
Dr. Olga could only hope that Natasha was right as the two women headed off to bed. A mistake in what Natasha was planning for Susan tomorrow could have devastating consequences for Stonebriar.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Dominique was rudely awakened at 7:00 AM by her alarm. Her sleep, if it could even be called
that, was one of the most restless she had ever had in her life. She was dreading today, knowing
that Natasha was going to do something horrible to force the issue with her sister. Whatever
fiendish plan the Mistress had devised was certain to be very uncomfortable for her and likely to
be tremendously painful for Susan, and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. The time
had long since past for that.
Dominique walked over to her computer monitor and checked the secure in-house messaging
system, as she did every morning, for any updates on her other slaves that may have occurred
during the night. Any such major events were highly unusual, but nevertheless she needed to
know about everything. Other than Susan, she was responsible for three other girls in captivity
right now, all of whom were all in various states of submission. Normally juggling so many
balls at one time was not an issue, but her work had clearly slipped because she was focusing so
much of her time on her sister. Mistress Natasha of course had made note of it and this was one
of the reasons she had told Dominique that they needed the ordeal with Susan to come to an end.
A quick review of the night’s reports indicated that there was nothing out of the ordinary to
report on the other girls, their processing was proceeding as scheduled. However an instant
message popped up on the screen indicating that Dominique was to report to Mistress Natasha’s
private training room at 9:00AM. This made her even more concerned, as the Mistress only used
this room when she required complete and absolute privacy from everyone else on the staff.
Dominique knew from experience that she usually reserved this room to perform her most
bizarre and brutal tortures.
With the extra time afforded her, Dominique took a long hot shower and then proceeded to dress
herself in one of her most intimidating outfits, an all black skintight latex ensemble with thigh
high lace up boots. She hoped this look would further reinforce to Susan that she indeed meant
business, but after all Susan had been through already Dominique sincerely doubted anything she
wore now would make much a difference anyway.
It was 8:40 AM and Dominique stated to make the long dreaded walk to Natasha’s private
chamber. It was located underneath the compound, as all the main torture rooms were, and
would take a good 15 minutes to get to when factoring in all of the security checkpoints she
would have to pass through.
Meanwhile down in Natasha’s chamber, the two other principles had already been getting
reacquainted for the better part of an hour. Natasha had Susan brought into the chamber around
7:30 AM. The girl was as defiant as ever as The Mistress instructed the guards to secure her flat
onto a specially designed padded leather table. This one was different than any of the others that
she had been on before. It was extremely soft and surprisingly comfortable, almost too much so.
It was made out of a special body conforming foam rubber, which allowed Susan to sink down a
few inches into the foam. As she was strapped into place she was forced farther down into the
padding then would be considered ideal, giving her somewhat of a claustrophobic feel as her
body sank deeply into the padding.
Once positioned firmly and securely into place, Natasha removed the meager sheet over Susan’s
naked body so she could get a close look at the spectacular young female laid out before her.
She was indeed a tantalizing sight. Looking closely at the young girl, really for the first time
since she had ordered her abduction, Natasha had not even the slightest bit of remorse over what
she had done to this point, and more importantly, what she was going to do next. This beautiful
young girl was magnificent in every sense of the word. The fact that she was so young, as well
as being a virgin, only reinforced her demented feelings to proceed with her diabolical plan.
Natasha said nothing to Susan as she personally shaved the already bare cunt of her young
victim. She had forgotten how much she missed performing this activity. She neither used the
hot shave or the cold one, just an over the counter shaving gel and a new razor. Susan put up
little struggle and said nothing; she just lay there, trying to ignore the indignity of it all. This
went on for maybe five minutes with neither party saying a word to the other.
The rest of the time Natasha tended to other business until she finally came back into the room at
8:30 AM. At last she broke the silence. “I know this likely won’t mean anything to you #473,
but I want you to know I have the utmost respect for you. You are one tough young girl. When I
first decided to have you brought here, I fully expected you to succumb in a matter of days, most
of the girls, like your friend #474 do. I simply had no idea that you would put up a fight like
this. Your fortitude is to be admired.”
Susan had no idea how to react or what to say so she simply kept quiet. She guessed that
Mistress Natasha was trying to pay her some kind of a compliment.
“Your sister #473 is a truly remarkable woman. She has worked for me for several years now
and each and every day I am grateful that I hired her. This is a truly awful business we are both
in; neither one of us is under any illusions about that. You may think that we all enjoy what we
are doing, but in reality many of us don’t, it is after all just a job, but what makes it palatable is
that it is an extremely lucrative one.” Natasha could not have been more disingenuous, she was
certain that most everyone there loved what they were doing, or why else would they be there?
“One of the reasons you are here is that this job is becoming more and more demanding for me
and I am ready to step back from my day-to-day role of running Stonebriar. I think #473, that
your sister is the ideal replacement for me. I know that you know her as Karen, but she has not
been Karen for many years now. She changed her name to Dominique when she took a job in a
lesbian S&M club some ten years ago. She thought it sounded more intimidating, and I agree
with her, it certainly does. I know it’s hard for you to understand, much less appreciate, but what
she does here for the entire facility and me is truly remarkable. She has taken so many girls,
#473, most of them girls just a bit older then you, and “persuaded” them into a life of lesbian
submission. She does it so effortlessly that it leaves the rest of us almost speechless.”
At last Susan broke her silence. “You act like that is something she should be proud of, you
people are all monsters.”
Natasha simply smirked as she paced around Susan; gently dragging her perfectly manicured
long red fingernails over the girl’s tender outstretched body. “From your perspective my dear I
can see how you would feel that way. But from where I stand she has been the perfect
employee. She has done anything and everything I have ever asked of her, and when I told her
that I was ready to hand the reins over to her, you should have seen the look on her face. It was
like someone had given her the keys to Fort Knox.”
But before I agreed to pass the baton to her, I told her though that she needed to prove herself to
me one more time. And that is where you come in.”
The Mistress paused and looked down and the inquisitive girl lying before her.
“You see #473, turning over Stonebriar to anyone that I can not trust completely, implicitly,
would be a terrible mistake. There are over 50 people on the payroll here, people who depend on
me, and my decision making ability, to provide for them. If I am going to give up that role then
my successor must have the same characteristics that I do and more important than that, show
unwavering loyalty to me. What better way to ensure that loyalty then to test it by having her
enslave her own stunningly gorgeous younger sister?
Susan was staggered. This entire sickening plan was almost beyond her comprehension. How
could Karen Richardson, her own sister, have fallen prey to such a warped and twisted mind?
“I know it does not seem fair, my dear. There are other women that work here that also are
interested in taking over for me, but none is as qualified as Dominique. It just was blind luck
really that Karen had a stunning little sister, one whom could become a perfect pawn in this little
game. Certainly you must know that when I told her that her own sister would be brought in
here she was shocked at my proposal. Anyone would be really; after all she is a human being
too. But after careful deliberation she agreed to proceed. So deep is her love for me and this
institution.”
Natasha stopped to let that remark sink in. She looked at Susan again, the young, but tough girl,
had no response for that comment and at last a tear started to well up in her left eye. One of the
few she had seen from the girl, Natasha noted.
The Mistress continued anyway. “Don’t think for a minute that we are not compassionate
towards you #473. We have never taken a girl so young before and I thought long and hard
about putting this plan into action, but the timing was right and we felt we had to move forward.
I wish more than anything we could have waited a couple of more years, as all of our previous
girls had been at least eighteen, but I couldn’t wait any longer; I need to name my successor.
And as for your sister, this has been so terribly hard on her. You must know that my dear. I
don’t want you to think she is enjoying this, not even for one minute. Every night I have had to
reassure her that she is doing the right thing. Every night she has expressed her doubts to me. I
want you to know that each and every evening we prayed so hard that you would listen to
Madam Hardings and that you would come to your senses and sign that damn contract! But you
just wouldn’t do it, would you? First we took Missy away from you, and then your new friend
Tiffany, and still you go on #473. You need to stop thinking about yourself and start thinking of
the emotional toll you are putting on Dominique!”
This was the most perverted logic imaginable, Natasha knew it and so did Susan, but what could
she say?
“If you like her so much, why would you make her do this to me, her own sister?” Susan
screamed out, hoping that she would at least get some kind of answer that would allow her to
make sense of this madness.
“I thought I explained that but let me put it to you another way. I did it because I need to be
absolutely certain of Dominique’s loyalty. Anyone who would do something like this to her own
sister would obviously do anything for Stonebriar and more importantly for me. More than
anything #473, I want someone who will expand this operation and build upon what I have
already created. There are so many opportunities for us as an organization to grow. Each year
we enslave and sell an ever-growing number of girls. This year we may do over 50! The profits
from every sale that we make are plowed directly back into the business, allowing us to do so
many things like hire more surveillance teams, buy new equipment, etc. I don’t want to bore you
with this talk but you in particular #473 are likely to fetch an extraordinary price at the auction,
perhaps our highest ever.”
Natasha paused again, this time for a bit longer to run her hands all over Susan’s taught little
body. She stopped first at her oversized breasts, and then slowly eased her hands towards
Susan’s silky smooth cunt. She could feel the tingle growing between her own legs, even more
so as the young girl tried to recoil, and The Mistress was anxious to do something about it.
“I know it’s hard for you to hear #473, but the money we make on your sale will allow us to
acquire even more girls, all of whom will follow in your footsteps of permanent lesbian
enslavement. I think we have only scratched the surface of this market, lesbians are becoming so
chic now and we intend to do our part to meet this growing demand.”
“You people are all out of your minds, do you know that? Somehow, someway I will get out of
her and stop you if it’s the last thing on earth I ever do!!!” Susan was screaming now, doing
anything she could to free herself and get at her tormentor. Natasha simply ignored the girl; she
had heard this blather so many times before. Even if the sixteen year old did break free she
would be no match for the older and larger woman, much less the legions of security guards at
her disposal and the omnipresent airtight security system.
“Save your energy my sweet, your sister is going to be here in a moment and you are going to
need it.”
Looking at the clock, Natasha saw that it was 8:58 AM Dominique would be here shortly and she
wanted to be ready to go. Natasha walked over to a shelf and grabbed her trusty rubber bit gag.
It had two big silver rings with a solid rubber horse bit in the middle and a sturdy locking buckle
in the back. Susan had no way of telling it at such close range, but there were already multiple
sets of teeth marks indented into it. For Natasha there was something delicious in knowing that
so many different girls had bitten into this exact same gag as they were being tortured. To
Natasha it provided some sort of bizarre and devilish kinship.
Naturally Susan resisted the installation of the gag, but this was not unexpected. Natasha simply
squeezed one of Susan’s nipples very firmly, causing her to yell out and therefore allowing the
gag to be forced into her mouth and then easily fastened behind her head.
“Remember now #473, she listens only to me now. She will do whatever I tell her to do to you,
no matter how vile or bizarre or horrifying.” Natasha sounded confident when she said this, but
in reality she was not so sure. She had never performed this procedure with another woman
present, much less with one of her staff people’s own younger sisters. That’s why she felt it
necessary to put the gag in Susan’s mouth. Its one thing to see someone you love suffer, it was
quite another to hear them scream out. She simply could not afford any complications now that
she was so close to fulfilling such a key part of her ultimate goal.
There was a knock at the door; Natasha simply replied, “Enter.” The very nervous Dominique
came in, wishing for all the world that she still had that mask on to hide her unrelenting shame.
Only a few times had she ever been in this room so she knew this must be a “special” occasion.
Dominique approached the center of the room slowly, trying to gaze away from her strapped
down sister, trying to avoid any additional feelings of guilt that may overwhelm her and make it
impossible to complete whatever duties Natasha would require her to perform. Any such actions
of disobedience would likely deprive her of her coveted prize of taking over for the Mistress;
Dominique was determined to avoid that fate.
“Look at her Dominique, she is beautiful isn’t she? I know it’s hard for you, but try to imagine
that it’s not your sister there, but instead one of the many other beautiful women that you have
put into so many similar situations.”
Dominique looked down at Susan, trying to imagine that she was just another whore there for her
own personal use. Sadly all she could see only the extremely petrified sister whom she barely
knew, but nonetheless felt an incredible amount of pity for, even though she had no idea what
Natasha was going to do.
Natasha wanted to get right to it so she began: “I know how difficult this is for both of you girls;
believe me I have struggled with the gravity of this moment many times over the last few days. I
never thought you #473 would be so stubborn. I respect your determination my beautiful young
friend, but there comes a time when enough is enough. Four hundred and seventy plus girls have
all been in this position my dear and each and every one of them has eventually succumbed to us.
Every one of them has left these confines the only way that is ever possible, through our auction.
It has always been that way and it always will be, no matter how long or how hard you fight us.
There is simply no other way.”
“Normally in situations like this, I would simply let Dominique continue to brutalize a girl until
she capitulates. But in this special case that is simply counter-productive. There is nothing to be
gained by doing that #473.”
Dominique was relieved to hear that, at least until the Mistress continued.
“Unfortunately your obstinate ways have left me no choice but to force the issue today.”
Natasha was addressing Susan directly now. “I cannot, in good conscience my dear, allow you to
take a further emotional toll against your sister. Her work is starting to suffer and we need to
move you down to Level Two immediately so we can begin your training.”
Dominique knew it was true but she was hoping the Mistress would not notice how her work had
indeed declined. She kept her head bowed as the Mistress went on.
Natasha put her right hand firmly on top of Susan’s pussy and said. “Unfortunately now you
have left me with no choice. We must do everything possible today to compel you into signing
this contract. We simply can’t wait any longer #473. What you are doing to your sister, to me
and to this entire staff simply can no longer be tolerated. I have allowed you to be treated far too
tenderly at the behest of your sister, but now I must take over your submission and bring your
time her on Level One to its logical conclusion.”
Dominique was stunned by this allegation nearly as much as she was frightened by it. She could
not believe that Natasha was actually implying that it was her, Dominique’s, idea to go soft on
Susan when both of them had agreed it was in fact the best plan. And now she was forcing the
issue today, when in reality the next auction was not for 2+ months, leaving plenty of time to
prepare her? But in actuality what could she do? She was not in control here and Natasha was
clearly frustrated with the way this whole process had played out. Knowing from experience,
Natasha was not to be trifled with when she was in a foul mood like this.
Dominique had no way of knowing that this was exactly the outcome that Natasha wanted, that
she, The Mistress had carefully orchestrated everything up to this point so the three of them
could all be in this room now. Natasha’s entire plan, from the moment that Susan was brought
into Stonebriar had culminated in this moment. She had hoped against hope that Susan would be
this tough and she indeed was very lucky. Things that were largely out of her control just fell
into place during the last 2 weeks and she had been blessed with a gift, a gift that was about to be
unwrapped. Natasha could not wait to proceed as her panties were starting to get hot and wet
just thinking about what she was going to do.
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